Hunger Games Reaping Novels & Stories

Reaper. I stared at the blood splattered across my white shirt in disgust. I'll probably throw it out. It's ruined now. I turned to face my victim with a sigh, ''Did I not...warn you not to make a mess?'' ''You fucking bastard!'' He yelled, blood flying out of his bloodied mouth. The blood landed on my pants this time. ''I hope you rot in hell. Fuck you! Fuck y-'' I yanked his head back by the hair and slowly raised a knife up to his eyeball. Trying to calm my breathing, I started to draw circles across his left eyelid with the knife. ''I told you...don't. Make. A. Mess.''

"The machines realized the power spike came from here. They’re sending a 'Maintenance Crew' to fix the leak." She looked back at us, her expression grim. "And they don't use drones for maintenance. They use the **Reaped**." "Who are the Reaped?" Rowan asked. "The people who didn't survive the de-compiler," she said. "The ones who lost their souls to the simulation. They’re coming to put you back in your boxes." A sound echoed from the sky—a long, low horn that sounded like the Earth itself was crying.

The side of my head throbbed where someone had struck me and growled at me to shut up. I thought I’d been thrown in the trunk of a car, but the sound of the slamming doors echoed through a much larger space—a van? A truck? I was laying on carpet—and there were chuckles and several low male voices murmuring around me. I was struggling to breathe around the gag and terrified that my nose would clog completely from the tears leaking down my cheeks and then I’d suffocate. Even more terrified that these men were taking me somewhere to— “Yes, Khush. I have questions about the Reaping that I’ve been meaning to ask,” Cazz drawled.

Like hoppy. The girl wheezed, tried to crawl away, but the bonds held tightly, and her back rested against a tree trunk. Only a few steps separated the victim from the undead. The stench emanating from the Walker became unbearable. The ugly face of a ghoul with traces of earth on rotting skin was distorted by greed. Blue lips stretched out, revealing strong teeth. Someone's husband or father will bite her to death. Someone who loved, suffered, lived, but died and... was reborn into this .

I walked to it and found the white bricks. I threw it up in the air, weighing it for a bit before turning forward and throwing it. Garett who was at the entrance of the truck caught it, his knife already out as he dug it in, took out some of it, and sniffed. I held back my disgust, my eyes watching him momentarily flare up in pleasure before he sniffed and shrugged, “It’s quite good,” I nodded and walked back out. Mr Smith stood sheltered by his guards, his smile wide and pleasing. “I hope everything meets your expectations, Reaper?”

"The High Council has designated this territory a 'Resource Reclamation Zone.' All biological assets are to be processed. Resistance will result in immediate termination." ​"This is my home, not a resource," Rhea spat, her daggers ready. ​"Correction," the Reaper said, its arm shifting with a mechanical whir into a spinning saw-blade of silvered steel. "It is a laboratory that has overstayed its usefulness." ​The fight was unlike anything the Silver Bane had ever experienced. The Reaper didn't feel pain, and it didn't tire. When Marcus lunged, the machine simply swatted him aside with enough force to crack his ribs. Sela’s arrows bounced off the blackened iron as if they were toothpicks.

I felt relieved he had come and also apprehensive when I watched him fight. After making sure Diane was okay, Mason hurried over to my side. He reached for me, trying to check if I was okay. But the moment his hands touched me, pain slammed through him. He doubled over before trying to stabilize himself. Henry's pack soon noticed I was alone with Mason and surrounded me. "You... You are Marked!" Mason said in horror.

I heard Harper’s voice like it was an echo somewhere far away and I was in another world, my heart rose and fell in my chest and my breath hitched, I suddenly felt air trapped in my lungs, I reached for my tie around my neck and tugged at it trying to loosing it up. “Babe! Babe! Stop the car! Please! “ I heard Harper scream in a distance, I wanted to, as a matter of fact I tried to, my hands trembled and I could feel sweat drip down my body, the only thing I could see was my father’s dead body covered in blood, the only thing I could hear was my mother’s scream and then loud gunshot, My mother’s head bursted out in blood as she dropped lifelessly to floor and next Daphne’s scream. I could fe

Almost there. Through my blurred vision I saw lights. Bright lights. "My angel, when you reach the lights, no one can hurt you....." my mommy's voice resonated through my ears. I just...had to......reach the lights... But.... I let out a wail and limped through the craggy road. I wished someone would take pity and save me. I wished someone would lead me to the lights..... "Angel?" The annoying voice of that girl echoed in my empty shell of a mind, "Girls like you are made to be tortured...."

Large bloodstained disparate in areas. The men stood around watching Claire gasp her last breath. Nobody said a word, at first. The air reeked of the metallic stink. Death in the broadcast as the screams went mute. They dissolved into another nature for each victim. The men glanced at Scarface ready to receive further instructions. Scarface stared at each man, his men, earnest men, fixed to serve. Scarface pursed his lips together. “All right, you know what’s next. Take your places. Logan, get the tools and get to work on the lacerations. I want to see the bodies in the basement in another hour.”