Treech Hunger Games Novels & Stories

he said. I immediately motioned near the tree. I neared it and started looking for the tag. It all looked the same. I summoned my sight again and started the looking. Time was ticking by and I hadn’t even gotten it. I thereby used my Lycan agility to climb the tree. I was surprised by what I did. I jumped like an ape in Planet of the ape’s movie. I scanned the whole tags on the tree. It read, “I hate you,” My gawd, really?

"Somewhere in this forest is what you're looking for. Find it before the hunger takes you. Before you become what I intended you to be." "Wait—" I started, but she was already disappearing. Then she was gone, and I was alone in the changing forest. The hunger hit me immediately. Stronger than before. Overwhelming. And something was moving between the trees. Coming closer. I needed to move. Needed to find whatever I was supposed to find before— The trickling water sound grew louder. Beckoning. I followed it. Through the shifting trees, past shadows that moved wrong, around mud that tried to hold my feet. The hunger grew with each step, making my jaw ache, making my new fangs descend whether I

“In the forest there are those hella ugly trees, right? From what I gather, some moron needed my blood to open some portals using those trees, yea? Anyway, I used my blood and jumped in to ensure no demonic little fucks slip out of here. I’m kind of stuck, but that’s a problem for another day. On that note, I need to find the roots so I can make me some toothpicks, kill the trees or whatever and then, I can go home.” Ragh just stares at me. He looks stupid, but I’m not complaining. I want to complain but I’m not since clearly it’s very hard to follow the complex information I just shared with him. At one point, I get bored so I start blowing saliva bubbles and about twenty absolutely awesome

Was that Griogair’s voice? She shimmied down a bit farther and felt the bark growing warm. She was only half way down the tree! She was going to die up here! Glancing below she began to panic in earnest. She could see nothing but fire and swirls of smoke. Coughing constantly now from the smoke she struggled with the satchel and managed to get her dirk out. She began to pound it into the bark, hoping to somehow make a hole big enough to jump out of. It would be better to jump to her death than to die slowly by flame. The old tree gave way more easily than expected and split. There was a loud crack, and the piece with her dirk fell away to the ground, nearly taking her with it before she let g

I nodded to Xavier, he had every right to hate me, and if that made him feel better, then I would take it. I closed my eyes as he raised the knife and waited for him to plunge it deep into my chest. To be continued… (This book is a Duet, the Hunter and The Hunted. The Hunted i still being written, please see my website for more information. It is on my to be written list after I finish my final revisions of my main series and the spin off completion.)

When she saw me approach, she only eyed me long enough to see what I'd scored, before returning to a book she must have snuck into one of the baskets from earlier. The Hunger Games. I knew the premise enough to know it was part of an extensive challenge between morals and survival that seemed to have her immersed enough to focus exclusively on the writing beneath her gaze. But while I began to skin and prepare dinner, I realized she was using it as a distraction as she didn't do as much as flip a page. She was simply debating breaking our silence or remaining obstinate.

No, it had become a dozen swinging axes, each one poised to strike with finality, ready to snuff out its life in an instant. The massive branches crumbled piece by piece, falling apart under my relentless force. No matter how much ichor the tree oozed, it was useless, just another tool feeding my power, nothing more than fuel for me to consume. I tore through the brittle hemlock needles, swallowing them along with the wailing cries of the trees. Slowly, they splintered and toppled, broken beneath the sharp bite of wind and snow that cut through every branch. The last remnants were swept up and absorbed by the thick, glistening ichor, disappearing into the ever-hungry flow that consumed every

“That’s it! I quit. I suck.” I turned to look at what she was making. She had gotten 20% of the starting drawing right, but in time lost touch of everything. I laughed lightly and took the book for inspection. The pages fluttered, and behind the unfinished busy subway, I saw a few more colourful drawings and sketches. I turned the page, and was greeted by the sight of a huge green tree. At first glance it looked really majestic. Because all you will notice at first are the thick heavy branches. But in time, when you keep looking, you will see the differences.

I've spent my whole life crying because of her. Tall green trees surrounded me, I don't know anymore if this is the right path to the Black Stygian pack. I have to be back before the time allowance that Priam gave me or else Celestine will be in danger. As I heard my stomach scream for a solid. that, I bit my lip and looked everywhere. Maybe there's something I could eat here. After all, I'm in the middle of the forest. My eyes then remained on the ripened mangoes on that tall tree. I swallowed the lump in my throat, my tummy was still howling and all I wanted was to get at least one of those. Maybe I should try climbing it to fill my stomach? Do I have a choice anyway? I smiled as I battled

"You feel it now, don't you? The hunger?" The eastern treeline moved. One branch. One degree of movement that had nothing to do with wind because there was no wind. Sara kept her eyes on Marcus and her voice level and her hand away from her weapon and bought the net fourteen more seconds. "Tell me about the hunger," she said.