Treech Hunger Games Novels & Stories

But until when? After having her fill, Carysse grabbed her blanket and climbed her favorite tree that overlooked the village. It was a giant Kairin tree, its white wood reflecting the silver light from the moon and its branches were so wide it could hide a platoon of soldiers. Chaos and Elder Shimar had entered the tent after eating and now was the time for her to rest for a while. For tomorrow will be another day of survival, but this time, with Chaos in their village.

“Cael, Kyra.” Cael turned to Kyra and quickly pulled Kyra away. The branches of the tree wrapped around the two men and quickly pulled them closer to the trunk of the tree and, like the women, their bodies gradually sank into the trunk of the tree. The hunters’ weapons did nothing to stop it. “My metal claws didn’t work,” said Hugo. “My arrows too,” said Damon. “Even my Katana,” said Raven. “There are only three of us…” said the man. “Let’s go…” said one.

With irritation, I kicked the rat away and it squeaked loudly. I mumbled a curse as fear ran through me. Before I could gain control over myself, I heard a loud noise from above me, as I looked up, I saw a massive tree with numerous branches and on one of the tree's branches...I saw Ava. Her eyes were blood-red and burning with fury. She still had that look of hate in her eyes which sent cold shivers all over me. Her voice sounded dark and evil as she said; "I'll make you pay, Hillary Hunter. I will destroy you, I promise you that." She turned around and faced me again with a smile on her face. "Hillary, I hope you enjoy my friends because they are dying to feed on you." At that moment, I h

The prince stopped his hunger to inspect what he and his men have been feeding on and only discovered that the tree was bleeding blood. He stopped them, thinking he was protecting them, but it was already too late as something started happening to them, their bodies started burning in pain that has never been felt before. It was so painful that they each collapsed from it. When they opened their eyes, everything has changed, they noticed the difference with them and their hunger for the very same blood they had ran away from.

"That's a Sanguisugal Tree, except in the guise of a ginkgo tree. It grows among rocks and stones and feeds on the blood of warriors to grow." Chu Xun began to wonder if he had lived for thousands of years away for naught. Since the anomalies began ravaging Earth, Earth no longer was the Earth he used to know. "A tree would dare hurt humans?!" bellowed Yan Wushuang with rage. He raised his sword, about to cut it down. "No, wait, Yan. Leave it," Chu Xun stopped him suddenly. Yan Wushuang turned around and stared incredulously at Chu Xun.

The Breaking Point The challenge reached its peak as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long, distorted shadows through the carbon-fiber canopy. A group of survivors, led by a man whose face was masked by soot, approached the golden tree. They weren't carrying bread; they were carrying heavy, industrial shears. "The tree is dead weight," the leader said, his voice a jagged edge in the twilight. "It’s a monument to the Thorne-Vance ego. We need the space for a fire. We need the wood to stay warm."

However the horn sounded, and the game began. It was like a Pack of starving wolves, the Lords and their men scattered into the woods. Some ran while the others crouched low, sniffing for the metallic scent of hidden weapons. But me? I didn’t bother with the ground because it was a routine I got tired of. Instead, I climbed up and scaled the tallest tree, I perched on a thick branch and watched the chaos unfold below me from up here. They all looked like little rats scrambling for survival, some were already whimpering, their fear tainting the night air.

“I can’t remember the smell of bread! Only the hunger! Only those starving years!” June felt something sharp and raw burning in her chest. The green light from her mother fought against the black ink creeping up her legs. She glanced at Dante. He was right above her, swinging a piece of driftwood, trying to knock the thorns back. Each time he snapped one, two more sprouted in its place from the sand. “June! We need the Tree!” Dante’s voice cracked. “The center—everything’s coming from the center!” She looked over to the World Tree. Its silver shine had vanished. Something inside it looked rotten, and thick red sap poured out into the sea, leaving the water dark and oily.

to come near her, she quickly run as the tree’s branches lengthen its size and tried to strike her. Niffa cut the branches into pieces as they keeps on coming her way, the branches splattered human blood and stained the knife and her cloth. There was a pause for a moment as she glared at the eyeless tree, she was shocked to see the tree’s mouth revealed. It was wide with a lot of sharp teeth, it seemed like an endless spiral of sharp teeth inside its mouth. The left branch suddenly grasps a raccoon hiding from a tree with its humanoid fingers, and the raccoon keeps on wiggling from the branch’s grasp. Niffa was terrified when the tree gobbled up the raccoon’s body as its blood splattered on

Bima replied, standing tall, staring at the tree as it began to open its buds toward them. The buds were not flowers, but millions of instant seasoning sachets floating in the air, ready to be served to the thousands now kneeling beneath it. Bima took a step forward, feeling the gravitational pull of the crystal tree's core. A pull that no longer felt like a machine, but like the warm embrace of a long-lost mother. He knew this was the sweetest trap he had ever faced, but he had no choice but to step into that intoxicating aroma. Behind the crystal tree, in the deepest darkness, something primordial had just opened its eyes, and it began to taste the scent of Bima's resolve.