Treech Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Copyright© by Victory Christian November 2021 This is my first book on Goodnovel, and I want to thank you all for giving it a chance. I'll try to make it worth your time.. Don't forget your votes, reviews and comments really mean a lot. Thanks. ~ORIGINAL WORK~ Blurb ________ Belle was an average highschool student, until she received the link of an online game called "The harvest". The game is such that, whatever you're asked to collect... you must. Organs, body parts and the likes.

And he’d get himself killed trying to rescue One-Mile. The truth was, the bosses were so frantic and fried that they were grasping at straws. Trees was just one of them, and they’d soon figure out they were wrong. Right? “Okay, but I’m starving. And if I’m stopping for me, you have to eat something.” “If you’ll quit nagging me to death, I’ll choke down a few bites, Mommy.” Zy shot him a middle finger as he slid behind the wheel of Trees’s beat-up truck and rolled out of the parking lot. As they stopped at the first light, he turned to his buddy. “So what happened out there?”

We came to a huge hulk of a tree, it was still alive and the astonishing part was that the fruit grew leaves in them, but it was hollow. I came to a halt, I thought of building a tent beside the hulking tree, then, tomorrow we proceed with our journey. By the way, Scarlett needs to eat something nutritious. I brought her down and laid her beside the tree. The west wind was sighing in the branches. Leaves were whispering, it was steadily turning into dusk. After a time, as the stars grew thicker and brighter, the spirit of disquiet left me and I went hunting in the woods.

Anything that doesn’t show what just almost happened. There’s not enough time. I know it before I finish trying. The feelings roiling through me are too wild to pack up neatly in a few seconds. The trees blow open and Finn's through first, half-shifted, teeth bared, ready to die for me, and pulls up to nothing because there's nothing left to fight. Just me. Naked. Shaking. Stinking of dead things and dark magic and the hunter who's spent three weeks trying to put silver in my chest.

Wow I can't believe the day has finally come ,I never wished for this ,but there's no way I'm going to let him kill me so cheeply ,I'm not going down without a fight ,I don't care if its useless or not ,I slowly begin to retrace my steps back to the pack ,and its all quiet without any sound or sign or activities going on ,I hid behind a tree ,trying to watch everything play out ,I stand off a few meters away watching just behind them,watching him tear the whole place down with Julie and kumara trying to calm him down, fear and cold chills suddenly over come me body making my knees shake in weakness with cold chills running down my spine ,as if the cold stream wasn't enough ,I have goose bu

I guess Flynn did something to make it invisible. Actually, I'm not going to pee. I'm just dead worried about Killian. I feel like I'm so useless if I didn't do anything while he's out there in this dangerous forest. I started climbing a tall tree, hoping that Katniss Everdeen's spirit will be with me. Since I'm not a fool to linger on the ground and just stand there like an idiot, I went to a tree to watch here if Killian was already in the vicinity. And actually, I did have a few tricks up my sleeve.

Inside the vortex, you can see a large tree standing tall and challenging. The tree has lush leaves and looks both beautiful and scary at the same time. Moreover, the shadow is large, as if covering the Earth with its long branches. Morgan who saw that was stunned, it was a naitura tree and how could it be seen on this despicable Earth? When one of the deserters wanted to escape from the vortex, one of the branches of Naitura chased him and pulled the ash-winged angel. With slow motion, the branch tucked into the middle of the thick leaves. It was as if he was stuffing food in and gobbling it up. The sound of 'sharps', bones crunching, and the smell of burnt immediately fills the senses. Thi

“This way. The tree should be just beyond this ridge.” They trekked onward, the excitement building with each passing moment. Eventually, they arrived at a small clearing, and there it stood—the old tree, its massive trunk gnarled and twisted, with roots that snaked out like ancient fingers gripping the earth. “Wow,” Jace breathed, taking in the sight. “It’s incredible.” Mia stepped closer, her eyes sparkling. “It feels alive, like it’s watching us.” Elara began sketching the tree, capturing its majesty and the intricate details of its bark. “This is going to be a beautiful illustration for our story.”

Thorne: It had been five years since the death of his mom and abduction of his mate, and just as he had spent every evening since her funeral, Thorne stood before at the tree planted where his mother was buried, in her honor. The tree, a sturdy silver oak, stands tall and proud, its bark shimmering with a soft, ethereal glow. Despite being only five years old, it has grown remarkably fast, its branches stretching towards the sky like outstretched arms, providing a canopy of shade and comfort. The leaves, a vibrant green, rustle softly in the breeze, releasing a gentle whisper of wisdom and peace.

" He reached into his rags and pulled out a handful of dust. It wasn't gray dust. It was red. Rust-colored. He blew it up the shaft. "Go," he whispered. "Blight the roots. Starve the Stone." THE BLIGHT MAYA’S P.O.V. I sat in the branches of the Great Oak the Martha Tree on the porch of the farmhouse ruins (now a shrine in the middle of the city). I was listening to the roots. Usually, the roots sang. They hummed with water and nitrogen and life. Tonight, they were screaming. Thirst. Thirst. Thirst.