Laughing Scavenger Novels & Stories

The knife struck the table as I barely dodged in time. Screams erupted around us. Jake's hand was cut, blood seeping from his palm and dripping onto the blade. He was shaking, his eyes wild with rage, a twisted smile stretching across his face as he looked back at me. "Laura, you're so scared of HIV? Well, I'll make sure you get infected—I'll make you suffer like me!" Holding the bloodied knife, he charged at me recklessly, stabbing wildly.

,I mind link. "we are outside bro about to enter",the two rogues lunge and I kick one mid lunge sending him into the wall cracking it. "fuck your strong ,the one that watched stared at us,but I don't think you can take on hundreds of us",I smile an evil smile as I glare at him. "only one way to find out",Lucas steps in followed by our warriors and I'm cracking my neck. This is going to be fun Scar growls as he attacks the rogues. Claire looks terrified as she ducks away from Bert who keeps trying to grab her.

The soul I encountered was flabbergasted at first but then started to laugh after, "Pft! You call that a scythe? What? You gonna rip my soul or cut my hair instead?! I bet that's safety scissors only enough to cut a paper! Hahaha!" I pouted, It's not my fault this host chose such a scythe! She could choose garden scissors yet choose this! I flipped my hair like nothing happened, "Huh, you must be scared so badly you started laughing like a maniac~ I can't help it if you're a baby~" "Eh?" ... "I just want to accumulate soul points but those souls I encountered keep laughing at my scythe! Laugh now because later you'll cry on my amazing scythe!" --- K Whatever

Our laughter finally seized as we got tired and our stomach hurt a lot. At least mine did, my intestines pained from all the laughter, and I was really hungry as well. It has been like 3 hours since we ate and my stomach needed a refill. I sighed, humming a song under my breath, then turned to look at Scar who was drooling with her mouth open, I snickered under my breath. Ugh, I wish I had my phone so I could take her picture.

Mika smacked them both at the same time, “First to fill their beast and return with meat.” I ran my tongue over my upper lips, this was indeed different, while it was now a tradition for us to hunt, chipping in the games and bets was only to make things fun. “What's the catch?” I asked, She smirked, “Looser gets to scout scarleria,” mischief flashed through her eyes. “Brutal” Jax mummered. “Woah” Stanley exhaled, Their faces lit up with competition, this was a challenge they craved,

“Nah. Well, actually… I’m not sure. But no need to worry, OK? I know most of them from the tattoo parlour and Satan’s, and many of them are friends with Wolf and Scars. Rough guys don’t have to be bad guys, you know, and you’ll have a blast with Mac and Aidan, believe me. Jax and King too, if we can get them to crack a damn smile.” “Jax and King don’t smile,” Scars announced, tickling Keira’s chin. “I do believe that they’re missing the required mouth and cheek muscles for that to happen. Also the humor gene.” “Has there been a scientific study done?” Jo asked him seriously. “If so, did they participate?” “Not that I know of,” Scars said. “Maybe ask them when you see them?” “Just let me tie

Some of them even roll on the grass, laughing and I wonder whether I have said something funny. “Have I said something funny?" I ask them. They get a bit serious and the laughter dies away. They look at each other, then at me, and the leader addresses me, trying very hard not to laugh. “Forgive us but what you say is unbelievable. You don't look like a Luna of anywhere, and by your looks maybe you should stop lying and take us seriously." The leader says.

I countered, "I actually do think I'm senile sometimes. I have weird dreams and think of weird things; I've even met the grim reaper a few times. I think I'm way past senile, don't you think?" I heard laughter after my rant; was he laughing at me? How's the grim reaper capable of producing such a cute & gentle laugh? He was beyond rude, but blessed with cute laughter. "That's wasn't me; I don't laugh. Laughing doesn't suit my line of work. That was my scythe." "Quit reading my mind! How do I shut you out?" I paused, "Wait, your scythe can laugh?" My eyes bulged at the craziness I was experiencing. This was beyond the norm. As I was thinking of this abnormality, an orange smoke appeared.

The name stuck immediately, and the crowd burst into laughter. “How about Scarface for the one with the gash across his muzzle?” another voice suggested, and the crowd roared in approval. “And that one—let’s call him Limp! Look at the way he’s dragging his leg!” someone else added, prompting another wave of laughter. Each name was a jab, a further dehumanization of the werewolves, turning their suffering into a twisted joke. The werewolves didn’t respond to the taunts, their eyes fixed on the steak, hunger overriding any pride or anger they might have felt.

Lara wiped her mouth spitting furiously as though there was mud in her mouth. “Ha …. ha….ha….” Lara and Ed started laughing pointing at each other’s miserable state. Lara laughed as she dug the sack that was half revealed by the explosion. She threw the sack to Ed and sat clutching her tummy that was hurting from laughing so hard. The sack contained a variety of items. An envelops, a packet of mushrooms, sachets of spices, a loaf of bread, a bottle of olive oil, a bottle of water and some bite sized snacks.