Treech Hunger Games Novels & Stories

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.

“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.)

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

Its branches will grow in one's bones and marrow, bit by bit eating away the life force, flesh and blood, horning one, turning one into a Treeman. At some point, the Tree Men will turn into Trees. The layers of horns are motionless, emotionless, crippled. I walked up the endless old stairs, catching sight of his quiet figure. What a big Treeman, bigger than any Treeman I've ever met. The branches are large, stretching out, casting darkness over the whole sky. He stood there, on the craggy scaffolding, in the middle of the sky, motionless, unmoving. White cigarette smoke swirled around his face, unable to see his expression clearly.

I walked on, my stomach beginning to growl with hunger and my throat parched with thirst. "Can I still feel hunger even after death? That’s very strange," I muttered. Unable to ignore the gnawing in my stomach, I began searching for food. I found a massive tree laden with dense white fruit, but they were far too high to reach. "Why is the fruit so high? I’m starving!" I sighed. I hugged the trunk of the tree in desperation and whispered, "I'm so hungry. If only this tree could talk, I'd ask it for some fruit."

“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