Hunger Games Reaping Novels & Stories

"What exactly do you want? Won't you be satisfied until you drive Celeste to her death?" The disappointment and disgust in his eyes pierced through me like a needle, numbing my heart. I watched as the three of them surrounded Celeste, gently comforting her. And I stood there like an outsider. No, I was a dead person about to exit the stage. Dad, Mom, you've been deceived by Celeste's innocent face for so many years. Do you really believe she's really dying? My throat felt terrible. I suddenly turned around and started coughing violently. The tissue in my hand was instantly stained with specks of blood.

I whispered, my voice barely audible. The Reaper laughed, the sound cold and menacing. "We'll see about that," he said, his eyes glinting with anticipation. The Reaper's bored expression was a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding before him. His men continued to kick me, each blow landing with a sickening thud. I coughed up blood, my body wracked with pain. Tears streamed down my face, but I refused to beg. I knew that's what The Reaper wanted - for me to break, to plead for mercy. But I'd had enough of being at the mercy of men like him.

Smith and Sophia shouted chorusly when he pointed the gun at Justin who was unconscious. Alex closed his eyes and waited for his turn. The end has finally come, he knew it would come one day, only he didn't know it would come this early to him.

"There are still a couple of things that I need. So, let’s go over it.” For the next twenty minutes, we went back and forth over tonnage, pallet counts, and shelf-life guarantees. I pushed for any food that would last years when properly stored. I knew just how much food would cost during the apocalypse. I also pushed for enough seeds to grow a farm. But I was probably going to buy a mobile green house and have it moved to my base. Just as we were finalizing the initial inventory draft, my phone vibrated violently against the glass table. I glanced down and frowned. There was no caller ID on the number. But somehow, I had a feeling of who it could be.

refrigerator helplessly watching all this with a panicked expression. Valeria spoke terrified; and Olegario Rey tried to get into the terrifying nightmare without stopping to look enraptured, the sensual forms of that reincarnated Venus. "I could clearly see with my own eyes how that monster was gulping me down," she added, and asked, "Isn't that terrifying, Olegario?" -Remember that it was only a dream. A dream, remember it! –replied Rey to reassure her– However, I want to ask you a routine question: could you identify the cannibal? "Impossible," Valeria responded dryly. -Because impossible? King asked. "An iron mask covered his face," he noted with a pathetic expression. Do you remember a

As it grew, the golden seeds in villagers’ hands started turning black. Their smiles vanished. People dropped to their knees, clutching their heads. "My memory," the boy from earlier sobbed. "The soup...it tastes like poison! All I remember is being hungry!" June stared at her own hands. The white marble veins were returning—jagged, sharp, tearing at her skin. "The Reaper didn’t want the Seed," Hope whispered, her little voice full of fear. "He wanted to infect the harvest. He wanted to use our love as a weapon."

Why she hadn’t sensed him before, she wasn’t sure, but there was no doubt in her mind he was there now, just off in the distance, awaiting his remaining troops before beginning his mission—to destroy her and all of her friends. Ru opened her mouth, thinking she’d tell Ivy and Cutter to take Lyric and Rider and run, but before she could get out a single word, the last Reaper took his position in front of them, and like a well-trained army, every scythe shifted at once, as if someone had ordered them to present arms. They were ready to attack.

The girl dropped dead to the ground, her body turning pale as the blood has been drained out of her body. “Reapers!” some students shouted and soon, screams filled the air and the students started running for their lives, bumping into each other and the creatures started attacking them, sinking their fangs into their necks and sucking every last ounce of their blood before dropping their bodies and looking for another prey to hunt down.

he said softly, “you can try to fight me.” He spread his hands slightly. “And watch your entire world burn.” Maya sobbed. I tightened my grip on my gun. Reaper smiled. “Choose.” The gunshot echoed through the compound, sharp enough to split the night in half. Reaper didn’t flinch. Didn’t turn. Didn’t even blink. He just smiled — slow, deliberate — like the sound was a bell he’d been waiting for. Behind me, Maya gasped, her fingers digging into the back of my shirt.

"He's going critical! If you break the containment field of his skin, he'll detonate!" "He's dying!" I yelled, struggling against Silas’s grip. "He's digesting!" Silas shouted back. "He ate a sun, Helen! He needs time to process the isotopes!" CRASH. The porch railing exploded into splinters. A Reaper the massive, armored harvester smashed through the perimeter. Its serrated blades spun with a terrifying, high-pitched whine, chewing through the wooden fence