Treech Hunger Games Novels & Stories

" 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.

Asap! but it wasn't. He just stared at the tree in silence, he wanted to climb but he wasn't sure if the leaves are edible so he stopped and walked away from the tree then he saw a plant, he recognized it and ran towards the plant, it was from a holy basil plant and he knew it's leaves were edible so he started eating them hungrily. He ate as if there would be no tomorrow. When he finished eating, he burped and continued walking in search for water. He was thankful for the plant and he had regain enough energy that would last him for days but he knew he had to find an animal to eat, he couldn't depend and survive on plants because plants contains cellulose that Human organs can't digest, on

But as she moved closer, her stomach churned. One of the trees was sick. Its bark was blackened and cracked, seeping a tar-like substance that dripped onto the glittering ground. Its leaves were brittle, some falling in slow, sorrowful spirals. Dark veins twisted around its roots, choking it as they spread outward, threatening to poison the other two trees. The second tree pulsed with life but seemed strained, its light flickering as if struggling to keep the corruption at bay. The third tree stood strong, radiating a golden warmth that gave Zoe a fleeting sense of comfort.

I added. "I touched," said Zey, "how did you know all that?" "Cross-Cultural Understanding on campus," I replied. "Really?" Zoey said, “I knew you more than a musician. You seem smarter." "Do you think so?" "Yes," replied Zoey, "tell me again, what do you know else?" "This tree," I replied, looking from the bottom up. "What's with this fig tree?" Zoey asked. I then shifted my hand from Zoey's stomach up to her face. I stroked her smooth cheeks. Zoey then took my palm, caressing her cheek. She seemed to drown her feelings deeper through the palm of my hand.

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The pig demon definitely had no immunity to a great killer weapon like the Chaos Tree. Then, Alex saw the pig demon shrink even further, turning into a creature like a small white cat before carefully approaching the Stardew Tree. As the pig demon went nearer, he could see the Stardew Tree seemed to have come to life. The tree branches kept moving rhythmically with countless silver threads falling from them. Murderous intent! To his surprise, the Stardew Tree emanated with boundless murderous intent. Each silver thread was a sharp, murderous weapon. It fell from above and landed on the ground in an instant, but it drilled a bottomless, thin hole out of the ground right away.

Nothing felt like enough. “Silas,” I whispered, pressing my hands to his chest. His breathing was shallow, his body too still. The scent of silver mixed with blood was suffocating. The hunters were getting closer. I could see their shadows through the gaps in the trees, hear their low voices cutting through the air. I squeezed my eyes shut, muttering a prayer to anyone who might be listening. A shift in the wind made my breath catch. A familiar voice rang through the air. “Let’s wrap this up! We’ve got enough!” Orin.

As I delved deeper into the dense woods, the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant calls of woodland creatures surrounded me. The cool autumn breeze filled my lungs as I moved with the grace of a seasoned hunter. Hunger gnawed at my belly, and my arms ached from carrying my bow in search of sustenance, akin to a famished predator. The truth is, hunger grips not just me but all of us in Ferngrove.

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.