Treech Hunger Games Novels & Stories

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.

He came in like a hurricane and rocked my world—I fell in love, hard, without even noticing. The grief in my chest spreads and wraps around me, and I pant into the air, watching my breath evaporate as I stare at the tree of life before me. The branches still hold colorful leaves, but they are rapidly turning grey as if the tree of life is dying. I take the shape of a human, crying as I place my shaking palm on the trunk. "You got to help me..." The tree doesn't reply. The shadow creepers are making strange gurgling noises in the background, and I close my eyes shut.

I am determined to prove myself. Perhaps if I show my strength, they will see I am a luna. The thought gives me strength. I just need to prove myself as a hunter. Then I can claim my rightful position. The walk to the hunting grounds is long. I have never heard so much silence. There is no sound of birds. There is no sound of animals. Even the trees are decaying. This is a horrible place. They are like a graveyard. They are corpses of trees. "What happened to these trees?" I ask.

he says, his voice hard and flat. “You are more Lycan than you know,” my mother says, her mouth tight. "Just enough for the bond to pick him and just enough for the tree to want him." She points at the black throne behind us, its roots crawling under the ice like black veins pulsing slowly. "The First Tree feeds on royal blood. It has been starving since I left, and it calls to its own blood." The lord in blue pushes forward, his wine breath sour. "Give us the human boy," he shouts. "Let the tree drink his blood instead of our King and save the North!"

And right now, the mountain was screaming. ​It was not a scream of pain, but a scream of hunger. The Obsidian Tree had tasted the golden light of the Sun Weaver, and it wanted more. It was pushing its roots deeper into the crust of the earth, searching for a way to anchor itself against the artificial chill that was still drifting from the West.

My own voice rang out, sounding like a thousand bells in a slaughterhouse. I didn't move toward my son as a warrior. I moved toward him as a Mirror. I stood on the quivering moss floor, my bare feet leaving prints of Black-Emerald-Gold Dirt that refused to be digested. I wasn't fighting the Cannibal; I was Invalidating the Hunger. "The Hunger isn't a secret, Leo! It’s a Shadow of the First Day!" I cried out. "The World-Tree doesn't just grow in the light—it grows in the Decision to Starve together instead of Eating the World alone!".

ROGUE Hunger drove him through the trees. Not the dull ache of missed meals — he knew that feeling, had lived with it more times than he could count. This was sharper. Cleaner. The kind of hunger that narrowed the world to a single point: prey. The deer had been careless. Old, maybe, or sick — something wrong in the way it moved, a hitch in its gait that sang weak, weak, weak to every predator within miles. He'd caught the scent an hour ago, tracked it through the undergrowth with the patience of something that had learned long ago that rushing meant losing. Now he was close. Close enough to hear its heartbeat, rabbit-fast and desperate, pushing blood through a body that already knew it was

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

Because this time Lexie knew who she was truly giving herself to. A moan slipped from her as I took another lick as I lapped up more of her juices for the hunger I had building inside of me. Nipping at the pink flesh my fangs elongated enough to pierce it slightly without causing any pain for me to take a taste of what flowed within her. The taste of her juices mixed with her blood sent waves of hunger and desire to my soul begging me to make her mine. I wanted to shut that part of me down, but I had promised Lexie this one night of me truly giving myself to her. So instead, I gave into the hunger and devoured her pussy like it was the last meal I would ever get from her.

There was no one here yet I could trust, no one to share this hunger with. Night fell quickly, the forest a shadowed labyrinth. I climbed a ridge, looking down at the forest below. Smoke curled in faint streams from my earlier confrontation. The smell of burning, faint but unmistakable, clung to the trees. My body shivered in the cold, my fingers still glowing faintly, fire hungry and impatient.