Laughing Scavenger Novels & Stories

One of them says as they come to a halt before me. “Fresh! Fresh!! Fresh!!" A hand grazes my cheeks, sending waves of disgust through me, my eyes snaps open to hideous faces watching me with wide smiles. They look deranged, almost like rogues and scavengers. I bare my teeth. But they laugh. "Careful, she bites.“ The other one cheers and they both giggle. "I wonder if she will still bite after we are done with her. “ " Take it! Take her!! Take her!!!“ a tongue swipes across my cheek, the stench coming from their black teeth makes me gag.

The day before the high school reunion, the queen bee who'd bullied me for three years suddenly posted a video in the group chat. In the video, my 220-pound high school self was locked inside a bathroom, with a piece of paper stuck to the back of my uniform that read: [No Food for Pigs] The group chat instantly erupted. [Holy shit, she's coming to the reunion?] [Do you think the hotel chairs can hold her?] [After all these years, she can't possibly still be so fat she won't even fit through the door, right?] Naomi White, the queen bee who'd led the bullying back then, tagged me. [Old friend, everyone wants to see you. You have to come to the reunion this time.] Soon, someone started

“Come out and show yourselves! Follow the sound of my voice! Any spirit or entity that’s here with us now! You can use our energy if you need iy! Use my energy! Manifest yourself!” “That’s when you hitchhiked the ride, right?” “Yes.” The image froze on him like that, open arms and daring smirk. “That, there, was the worst mistake of my life,” said Brandon’s voiceover. They cut to Amy’s interview, a stark contrast from the dark basement to the Manor garden under the sun. In her smiling, educational way, she gave a succinct description of what scavengers are, and explained that Brandon’s invitation for entities to use his energy had compelled one to attach itself to him.

" I braced myself against the wall and slowly straightened up. Pain throbbed through the back of my head in waves. But the fury burning inside me was close to swallowing every last shred of reason I had left. I looked at the two of them standing there in front of me, completely brazen, extorting me without a flicker of guilt, and then at the torn receipts littering the ground. And suddenly, I laughed. It was a cold, trembling laugh, the kind that only came from being so angry that there was nowhere left for it to go. Fine. If they were going to push me this far, hold my father's belongings hostage, and squeeze me for 100,000 dollars under their so-called rules, then I'd give them exactly wha

He slammed his hand onto the internal control panel. The blast doors groaned and began to close. Through the narrowing gap, Jack saw the fog swirling. And emerging from the smoke of the explosion, he saw a Scavenger. It was huge, scarred, the Alpha of the pack. It looked at Jack. It hissed. Then the doors slammed shut with a final, thunderous CLANG, sealing them inside the belly of the beast.

Suddenly, I laughed—loud and uncontrollably. My laughter stunned everyone. Wendy bristled, unsettled by the sound. Her face twisted with shame-fueled anger. "What are you laughing at?!" she roared, her voice distorted by rage. "You gold-digger! If not for our family, you wouldn't even eat—what right do you have to laugh?!" I slowly stopped laughing, my expression going eerily calm. "I'm laughing," I said, enunciating each word, "because you mistake trash for treasure."

she rattled off her own vices, happy to know she was not the only bad person in the world. Sara threw back her head and let out a loud, tinkling musical laughter. Her little heart melted watching one of the many little things she loved about her sister. Sara’s laughter always made everything better and she always joined in the laughter. “No sweetheart. The Lauchair clan are extremely bad and such things as your little vices mean nothing to them,” she replied smiling and stoking the little adoring face latching unto her every word. “A long long time ago before either one of us was born, the Scanthin and Lauchair clans were just clans of witches and wolves. They were strong “I wish the whole w

"Just you wait. This isn't over yet!" Scar bellowed as he struggled to his feet and ran with his thugs down the hill. Sylvie simply laughed as she yelled after them, "I'm waiting right here! Don't go back on your word now!" - Beneath the hill, Scar ran up to a big man, exclaiming, "Ifor! Someone up there beat us up. Do what you will!" Ifor Stam chuckled coolly. "You deserved it. Who would attack you if we weren't stealing their stuff?"

Kealy scowled, clenching her teeth. “Rex, we mussssssst leave,” the crazak leading the sound hissed, startling Venya and Kealy, causing Grub to howl with laughter. Turning an intense gaze to Grub, the crazak titled its hooded head slightly to one side, “Tasssssty one, no laughing matter, we mussssst leave.” “Grub is not tasty!” Grub squealed, his eyebrows shooting up as he took a step back from the large crazak.

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."