Novel & Cerita Laughing Scavenger

A raw face of the human wickedness. Indiscriminate scammers are the cruelest and most diabolic pranksters. People with no remorse. Who`re always on the run and lonely. The most heartless in the industry who won`t hesitate to begin their evilness. For them every creature is a potential prey, be it a neighbor, a friend, a tribe`s person, a relative, a fellow citizen or a foreigner, all of them are the same before him. Those practicing this form are always the first to perish prematurely in the game, and nobody bothers enough. In their mindsets, they are always buried before their true funeral.

The director swallowed hard and continued, “Actually, I’m excited for you. Truly. And I… I wanted to ask about the pass the Lycan gave you. Since it was given to a student, it technically belongs to the school, so if you could kindly...” Scarlet’s laugh cut through him like a blade. It wasn’t a soft laugh. It wasn’t a polite laugh. It was a sharp, deranged, wicked sound...the kind of laughter that made your spine curl and your heart forget how to beat for a second. The Director tried to laugh with her, but his sounded like choking. Scarlet stopped suddenly. Her laughter snapped dead. She fixed him with a slow, venom-coated smile. “You,” she said softly, “should focus more on your job… and st

They strike to break slowly, savoring each crack. And suddenly, something breaks. Not my bones. Not my flesh. Deeper. Colder. I do not cry. I do not scream. No. I laugh. A brief burst, initially strangled, like a breath escaping. Then louder. A dry, nervous laugh that burns my throat. Silence falls for a moment. Even the Scar hesitates, her hand clenched in my hair. — What? she lets out, destabilized. What are you doing? I lift my head. My eyes catch hers. And this time, I do not look away.

I asked with a laugh. "Taking a nap" he replied. "Do vampires sleep?" I asked, grinning. "Of course we do. We’re not fish," he responded. "You can take a nap as long as you want. But you're going to pay me for it." "How much do you need?" "Hmm… fifty thousand dollars." "I’ll give you a million," he teased, and we both laughed. This was the very first time Raven had actually laughed the longest. He and Thorne barely laughed, but Lucian... He was the reason why laughter was invented, and I missed him so much.

These were the very jackals Joanna had hired to scent-shame Avery. Avery gestured to the lead scavenger. The man trotted forward, his tail wagging in a sycophantic display. "Alpha Monroe, rest assured, the narrative will be crafted exactly as you commanded." Avery’s gaze remained unreadable. "You captured the entire breakdown?" "Every snarl," the scavenger said eagerly.

​The Scavenger-Primes ​From the violet rift, the first of the Scavengers descended. They were not biological beings, nor were they machines. They were "Echo-Husks", armor made of dead starlight, piloted by a consciousness of pure entropy. They stood eight feet tall, carrying jagged blades that hummed with the sound of a dying universe. ​"Identity... Detected..." the lead Scavenger spoke. Its voice was a multi-tonal rasp that bypassed the ears and vibrated directly in the brain. "Vane-Sequence... High-Density... Delicious."

Jaw-Clamp barked. A scavenger stepped up, offering a tangled bag of copper wire. He looked terrified. "Please," the scavenger wheezed. "High grade. Shielded. Worth five credits." The guard grabbed the bag. He didn't weigh it. He just tossed it onto a pile behind him. "Two credits," the guard grunted. "But... the exchange rate is—" THWACK. The guard backhanded the scavenger with a gauntleted fist. The sound of metal hitting flesh was sickening. The scavenger crumpled into the mud, blood pouring from his nose.

he paused, his gaze piercing through the tension in the room. "But we are not scavengers, my friends. We don't like leftovers. But I have my pet hyenas to do the scavenging," he smirked, and one of his men uncovered a large cage, revealing a pair of hyenas that awakened from their sleep. The growls from the fierce animals added to the chilling atmosphere, their mouths watering even though they were well-fed.

Emily crawled on the ground, saw Luna Sandra, and immediately rushed towards her, grabbing her dress. The Fourth Stepmother’s face was burning. Emily, in her baffling state, suddenly smiled. “I saw... guess what I saw?” Luna Sandra laughed coldly and then looked at Emma, gently lowering her head. “My dutiful daughter, tell me, what did you see?” Emily opened her eyes wide, and her makeup fell from her face, revealing gruesome scars. “Scorpions, scorpions, so many scorpions... It’s terrifying... They want me to eat... eat them all... Ha ha ha ha!”