Hunger Games Reaping Novels & Stories

Hunter stood there, stunned and heartbroken, as the weight of Lin's decision sank in. The Reaper, reveling in the chaos he had sown, continued to taunt them. “Well, isn’t this just a delightful turn of events?” The Reaper gloated, circling around the couple. “A rejected mate and a broken duo. I must say, I didn’t expect this level of drama when I decided to confront you two.” Hunter, struggling to process the abrupt end to their bond, glared at The Reaper with a mix of anger and pain. Lin, on the other hand, tried to maintain a stoic facade, but her eyes betrayed a sense of regret and sorrow.

It was its face! I heard screams all around me as the other Reapers brought their blades down, then up, then down again, stabbing Mother, Father, and Gladys over and over. Gladys’s blood felt warm as it splashed against me, soaking my face and dress and hair. She reached for me from across the table, terror in her eyes, until whatever life they’d once held simply disappeared. Her gaze became empty, and her body ceased to move, save for the shudder it gave each time the Reaper stabbed it. “Gladys?” I tried to say, but I choked on her name. Somehow, all the air had left my lungs. “Mother?”