Hunger Games Reaping Novels & Stories

I wonder if my Grandma feels the same way. “Here’s your food, prisoner 3312,” the raspy voice of the Keeper startles me. She slides a food tray through a small window at the bottom of the door, although what they serve can barely be consider food. The food tray makes my small cell reek of fish. I can eat the fish right now and get rid of the stench, or stay lying on the dirty floor until I no longer notice the smell. Lately, I’ve been choosing the latter. What is the point of eating if I’m going to be executed soon anyway? That is what the Righteous Regime does to people who betray them, the Eels: they interrogate us to get information on other Eel traitors, and then we are executed so we do

From where they were above the ground, Hazel hot a better view of the realm of death. The view was unpleasing just as how death was unpleasing. Soon after going into the air, Hazel started to hear a chant like song playing and then moments later, an imposing structure came to view. "That is the four walls. It is the venue where we hold the Reaping every century," Raglan explained to Hazel. The place looked just like its name. It was a massive structure with equal four sides like a square. The place was looking with darkness with only a faint glimmer of light struggling to shine through.

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

“This is not right! Something is not right, I swear!” “How?” I scream even louder, forgetting every physical pain in my body, “She didn’t break any rules. Vengeance didn’t break any rule how come she is eliminated? Why was she shot? Everything was going fine, she was going to kill me, I should be the one dead, stabbed. How was she eliminated?” The LED screen draws two separate half hearts, and the digital voice announces, “Congratulations, you have finally completed all your fights and ready to fight our top one fighter… The Reaper.”

“Predators. Feed on the ones you let slip.” The Wraith lunged. The reaper moved faster than Avery could follow—steel flashing, scythe cutting through shadow with a hiss. The beast shrieked, recoiling, but its eyes—two pits of white flame—locked on Avery. And Avery knew, with a sick twist in their gut, that it could smell them. “Run.” The reaper’s command barely reached before the Wraith surged forward. Avery bolted, shoes slapping against ground that wasn’t really ground. The world warped—hospital walls collapsing into mist, hallways folding into endless gray corridors. They ran anyway, breathless though they didn’t need breath.

"Grace—" "Mommy, I can feel them," she said. Still calm. Matter of fact. Like announcing weather. "The new enhanced people. I can feel them worldwide. Scared. Confused. Hurting. Some of them are going to get people killed if nobody helps them. Some are going to get themselves killed. We need to—" "We need breakfast first," Reaper said firmly. "Whatever comes next, nobody faces it hungry." He went to kitchen. Started cooking. Real cooking. Not burned pasta. Eggs and bacon and toast. Filling the bar with smell of normal morning.

I deadpanned and Clyde snickered, trying to suppress the laughter bubbling in his throat. “Oh, that’s Hawar being…well, Hawar.” He said just as he came to a stop a few feet before the rug. He picked up one of the bottles lying around, hitting a spoon against it which caused a sharp, clinking sound to cut through the noise. “Can I have your attention?” All eyes were on us now and the noise slowly died down. “Rebels, I’d like you to meet our newest members, Nyx and Narin.” Hoots of excitement rose into the air and we were dragged into the center of the rug. The rebels danced around us, still chanting in excitement and all I could do was smile and wave.

...Sienna POV... This had to be it. The end was near. I could feel it. I was practically begging for my end to come. It had been at least two days since Hunter attacked me and left me here to die. I knew Hunter's reputation. He was the formidable Reaper. People rarely survived his wrath. Rather, he was given the reputation of the Reaper because of his merciless actions toward his victims.

" A gleeful smile stretched across Faith's lips. "It's because he didn't want a sick, weak pup anymore." I dug my nails into my palms, nearly losing control of my anger. Faith gave me a long look before she whirled around and left the cottage with a spring in her step. I suppressed the hatred festering within me and retrieved the small camera that I had hidden in my clothes. … Three days later, Felix and Faith hosted their pup's full moon ceremony. I arrived at the venue while holding the invitation Felix had given me.

The sounds of the kidnappers echoed through the warehouse in search of Jace but the two youngsters held each other, fear mingling in their young eyes. Finally, the sound of sirens reached their ears, followed by shouting and the unmistakable chaos of a police raid. "They are here," Kiera whispered. "We're safe now." Jace clung to her and nodded. “We did it.” “Kiera!” “Jace?!” At the sound of their parents’ call, both kids waited for some time before coming out to be sure it was safe. ~Flashback Ends~ Jace awoke with a start. His heart raced, pounding in his chest like the rapid beat of war drums. He could hear his own harsh breaths, gasping for air, as images from his nightmare faded but the