Hunger Games Reaping Novels & Stories

"Darling, I'm listening; trust me, I am, but I can't follow your words. Hunger is good, you haven't eaten for days, and you spent up all the energy you might have-" I don't get to finish my thought as Ocean breaks away and jumps up. Her eyes focus on the dead woman, a haunted expression on her face. "No, no, no, don't interrupt me, please. I didn't eat anything because I couldn't keep the damn food down. No matter what I ate, it all came back up the next minute. But this," Ocean points her finger at the woman again. "This was real, primal hunger that I couldn't resist. I attacked her, Octavius, and I think I killed her. The last thing I remember is the fear in her eyes, and the next moment,

Running is not an option because it has been tried before and those who ran were always caught and killed. "Mother I am very aware of this. I know that you are all concerned in your way for me and I thank you for that. I will say that I know that there are many possibilities of what could happen to me, but I am tired of worrying over something that I have no control over. I wanted to enjoy the little bit of time that I had left. I have heard from the leaders of the village that this year there is only going to be one hundred males and females for the reaping, and out of that one hundred, only Michael is from this village. That means that most likely I will never be coming back here." I hear

I followed the attendant to a large, elegant dining hall where a table that could probably seat 40 people was set with enough lavish food to feed an army. At one of the far ends, Kael sat handsomely put together in a casual dress shirt with his hair ruggedly pushed out of his face. He looked like he just came out of the shower, almost normal, like I could convince myself he wasn’t the famous Reaper who had killed his own family. He noticed me entering the room and eyed me menacingly. I took a deep breath as his gaze sent chills down my spine, forcing myself not to meet his eyes with my own.

JESSICA The forest was silent, too silent. The moon hung above like a watchful eye, painting the world in silver and shadow. I swung my blade again and again, each strike slicing through the air with desperate precision. Sweat clung to my skin and burned, but I didn't stop. I couldn’t bring myself to stop because all I could think of was revenge. It was ringing in my mind like a bell. Every breath was a reminder of the day the werewolves came. They had taken everything from me. My family, my joy. All that I have left was my uncle and my wonderful friend Mel. My uncle taught me how to fight, how to hide, and how to hate.

It took less than half a day for him to finally breathe his last, exactly like how I ended up in my past lifetime. As for that b*tch, Yvette, it would not be long before her death. The group of women started to look fatigued from the cameras, and they lay on the ground one by one like dead dogs. That was when the surveillance turned black. There was no longer any electricity. It was only then that tears finally streamed down my face as I did it. I had gotten my revenge. I have lived in the cave since, and six months have passed. My water and food were almost exhausted, and even the pool water in the cave was almost dried up. My tear ducts had also dried up, and I leaned against the cave wall

"You're burning." "I'm aware." "Kael." She crossed to him. For all that she was the cruelest of them, she was still his sister - and there was something in her face that was not cruelty now. Something older. Something almost afraid. "You know how this ends." "Yes." "Then stop. Come back. The burning can be reversed in the early stages - if you stop, if you leave her alone" "No." "She's mortal." Vael's voice sharpened. "She will die. They all die, Kael, every single one of them, they are made of time and they run out of it, and you will be left"

Cale ate methodically, clearing his plate with efficiency. "We're safe in here," Elion said suddenly. "For now," Cale said. "No. I mean... I feel safe. With you." Cale stopped eating. He looked at Elion. "Even though you know what I am?" Cale asked. "Even though you know I'm a... a reaper?" "You're a reaper who eats chicken and forgets his middle name," Elion said. "It makes you less scary. And more... sad." "Sadness is safe?"

"So, what is a reaping ceremony anyway?" Selene’s face lit up. She started walking faster, her words tripping over each other. "It’s a harvest celebration! The Anatolikos pack has done this for eighty years. They thank the earth for everything—wheat, corn, herbs. Every season gets a turn." I grinned as she rambled. She loved the history of it all. Up ahead, I saw Cain and Ravenna standing in the glow of the lanterns. I wondered if I could really trust them.

“Ethereal, I tell you, not beautiful or lovely or whatever it is you call those who simply fall short. She was at that moment a glimpse, an apparition of the exquisite creature she was to become. Death had this effect on a mortal, you see. Take away everything from her. Eat her down to the bone, so to speak. Until there was nothing left except sheer will and the most primal instinct to survive. Until she shone like a diamond shaped by great forces under the earth. “I was standing to her left and she was looking in the opposite direction, but for some reason she had her head cocked slightly like a deer on the scent of a predator. All this from a nine-year-old was enough to make me wonder if m

The cold steel of the gun pressed against my forehead, and all I could see were The Reaper’s hollow, emotionaless eyes. My heart raced as his finger curled around the trigger. Would this be my last breath? Time seemed to freeze. Every noise faded, every thought blurred, until a sudden explosion of color was seen in the skies. Fireworks. Bright, dazzling, and loud. The noise broke through the tension like a knife, startling The Reaper. Finally! A Chance!