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The raw version of the unscented one. Agony ripped through our bodies, sending waves of excruciating pain coursing through our premature veins. Both of us writhed in agony, as we yelled, and it echoed off the sterile walls of the lab. We even begged her to stop, but she wouldn’t, and she just blankly continued her deadly experiments. By the time she was done, I was so infuriated that I had another blast attack. Killing everyone in the room except for little Janelle. Is this why Hatchett’s so mad at me? I actually unconsciously killed her parents. I do admit though.. Knowing it now, I didn’t regret it. She deserved it! Who knows how many children she experimented on! “What to know a little secret?” Hatchett snapped me back to reality as she happily skipped. “We actually know Dame Xianth’s not Naia’s daughter.”

But as he moved closer, his unbelieving eyes discerned an adolescent boy’s gray profile, features shrouded by darkness, and printed across the bottom was: Gavin Patchett. One of the story’s main protagonists, Michael Lockenstein, was an autistic savant whose prophetic visions had become entangled in a serial murder case. Hence the book’s title—Shades of Darkness—because it described the different shades of darkness the boy had endured his entire life. His first novel.

She laughed, “I just can’t believe you of all people got in trouble with the order. You are our general and the leader of our team and respected by the higher ups.” “Don’t remind me. I fucked up, and it won't happen again.” I retorted, pulling out my dagger and pulling out my sharpening stone, spitting on it before sharpening my blade on it. It was a little difficult to do with one hand, but I wanted to distract myself as we continued through the city. I glanced out of the window every once in a while, watching the buildings going by and people going about their business, completely unaware of the creatures that threatened their very existence.

Or run? Then Jake remembered Survival Rule #4. [In this world, even common monsters are tough. But every kill drops rich rewards.] With that thought, Jake gritted his teeth and reached for his waist. The hatchet-gun was tucked there—the weapon he'd traded Universal Fuel for earlier. [Name: Hatchet-Gun] [Type: Weapon] [Quality: Common] [Ammo: 3/9] [Description: Melee slashing or ranged shooting. Downside: Massive recoil.] Jake gripped the hatchet-gun's handle. The cold metal against his palm steadied him somewhat.

Wallace was about to drink from the cup when an arrow went right through it and then Royce appeared out of black smokes. ♟️THE TWIST OF FATE♟️ (SON OF THE SOIL, BOOK 2) 📖Chapter Fourteen 🖋️Written By: Oladimeji Abubakar FROM LAST EPISODE Harvey remained unconscious for days. Hera didn't even try to eat him, instead he was trying to make him wake up. Suddenly, he saw something move in Harvey's arm. He pierced Harvey's skin with his sharp claws and reached for the thing which turned out to be a snake. The snake bit him but he is immune to venoms, he crushed the little snake with his mighty hand.

the culprit was obvious. What they didn’t know was what to do next - hunt Axel down like a criminal, or leave him alone now that he had delivered the justice the system never gave him. The Hawthorne empire was already in ruins. The night before, Axel had wiped out every single one of them… except one. It was the night he had waited for all these years. He could have struck the moment Luis set his house on fire. But he didn’t. Axel wanted to see just how far Luis would go.

"What's up with that lame game anyway?... I think they sent me a stupid hoe for some reason..." Laura's eyes widen. "Why did you pick the hoe?!... Who does that?" "What?... It was named 'The Harvest!', what else was I supposed to pick?... A fu*king gun?!", I shot her a questioning look. "Yeah!... That's what I picked!", She brought out a gun from under her seat. "Don't tell me you carry that around?.. what if the police see it?" She just waved off the question. "You're only allowed to work with the tool you chose, unless you won't get any points"

That power in my hands was intoxicating. I turned my gaze back to the village. The pickings in the clearing were slim, with everyone still in their little houses. The barn. I could take care of Doyle and his pack of abominations. At least it would get them off the playing field for when the real fight starts. That’s it then. I nodded my head with conviction and strutted off around the house towards the clearing. As I came around the side of the building, before I reached the last corner, a figure appeared in front of me. I didn’t wait to examine who the person was or to give them the time to call for help. I swung my arm out, slicing the tip of the hatchet across the person's chest. He screamed and stepped back, but quickly tripped over his own feet. His ass hit the ground as his hands went to the gaping wound on his chest. He opened his mouth to scream again, and I swiftly embedded the hatchet in the top of his head, cutting off any alarm he was about to raise. His eyes did a weird cross-eyed thing that drew a giggle from my lips. I grabbed his shoulder and pulled the axe from his skull. W iping the blood off using his shirt, I then let him drop into the dirt like the bag of shit that he was. Hiding in the shadows was over now. I am going to march right through the heart of the village and take out anyone who gets in my way. I tossed the hatchet once again and marched in the direction of the barn.

“Are they really going to just let me fall back?” That's actually... cause me a sigh of relief. I'm tired by the eyes that following my every steps! Then there's Grandma I notice anxious and been in contact with the messengers lady. And everyone of them is given grandma a jade, however it only cause Grandma to deeply anxious. Then her expression greatly change, she said in certainty, “It must be those horrible species! The Lycan kidnapped the future of the huntress!” “Future... of the huntress?” I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise.

She murmured. Then the gangsters didn’t stop there, they even wanted to rob her. They approached her and then looked at her drunken face. “Hey, where’s your wallet or phone? Just give that to us.” That someone said. Maddie shook her head. “No! I won’t give it to you!” She then tried to stand up but she fell to the ground. She gasped and wanted to run away from the thugs. “This girl, we will just kidnap you so that we’ll get a reward from your billionaire parents or manager!” The second guy proposed. The first guy agreed. They were about to grab Maddie from behind but someone kicked their backs. “Ack!” They both gaped.

Blue said, his eyes locked on Kenzie. “Blue,” Torque mumbled. “Focus.” Blue leaned back in the chair and cleared his throat. “But, yeah, I came across a few of them guerilla dudes. Poor blokes didn’t know what hit them.” “You see, the way they set up the traps was poorly done,” Hatchett said as he eyed me suspiciously. “I’m surprised you got snagged.” Irritation flashed through me. I could feel the dissatisfaction in Hatchett’s tone and his scrutiny on why I was the alpha. I’d known back then it was a rookie mistake.

“I’m offering you a chance at revenge. Not just for me, but for your late father.” My grip on the knife tightened, and the world tilted. The sound of the roaring streets, the cars, the people; it all became muted in my ears. “What did you just say?” I took another step backward, ready to bolt from this strange man, my voice barely above a whisper but laced with the kind of fury that only came from months of bottled-up pain. “What the hell did you just say?” Alexander doesn’t flinch from my fierce words; instead, he leaned even closer. “Benjamin Hawke. Your father. He was murdered, wasn’t he? And I think you know who killed him. His accident was staged, and you know it.”

Read to find out! The Hunt was my first full novel, and my first attempt writing something longer than a few hundred words, so your feedback is invaluable. I would love to know what you thought and where things can be improved! This is my second draft - the first draft only had 120K words but there were so many more details I wanted to share. I hope you enjoy it as much as I've enjoyed writing it. Stay safe! Much love - Michelle

That power in my hands was intoxicating. I turned my gaze back to the village. The pickings in the clearing were slim, with everyone still in their little houses. The barn. I could take care of Doyle and his pack of abominations. At least it would get them off the playing field for when the real fight starts. That’s it then. I nodded my head with conviction and strutted off around the house towards the clearing. As I came around the side of the building, before I reached the last corner, a figure appeared in front of me. I didn’t wait to examine who the person was or to give them the time to call for help. I swung my arm out, slicing the tip of the hatchet across the person's chest. He screamed and stepped back, but quickly tripped over his own feet. His ass hit the ground as his hands went to the gaping wound on his chest. He opened his mouth to scream again, and I swiftly embedded the hatchet in the top of his head, cutting off any alarm he was about to raise. His eyes did a weird cross-eyed thing that drew a giggle from my lips. I grabbed his shoulder and pulled the axe from his skull. W iping the blood off using his shirt, I then let him drop into the dirt like the bag of shit that he is. Hiding in the shadows was over now. I am going to march right through the heart of the village and take out anyone that gets in my way. I tossed the hatchet once again and marched in the direction of the barn.

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

Throughout the entire walk in the partly dark surroundings, they looked back, watching for people who might try to nab them as they increased their pace with each passing second. Luckily, they made it back to the cabin in no time, and Hazel rushed into their room, walking to her cupboard, which was made of finely crafted wood. Swiftly, she pulled it open, drawing out a black box. She unzipped it while Finn watched her with no clue what she was searching for. After a few seconds of searching, she pulled out a huge book bound at its four corners by a metal clasp. “I cannot believe that I thought I would be studying this the entire stay at camp,” she said as she dusted the cover with her hands.

said the Hatter, “and just in time to uphold your end of the bargain. Cut off his head? Eye for an eye.” The Hatter nodded towards his minion who walked over to Amber and placed a machete type knife in her hand. It shouldn’t have surprised her really. This man had fully intended to behead Grayson after all. The knife was heavy in her hand. The Hatter took another bite of his sugar cookie shaped like Santa as he watched her. “Do it Giovanna,” coaxed her father.

I go through hell and back to have everything I have now, cut loose my parents and be on myself. And the hard part of this story is that all this money and power are not coming without a price. The price is a very dangerous one, balancing between a good and a violent crowd. I'm playing between the Pentagon, all military of the United States and the dark side of it. The dark side is gangs, mafia families, a lot of disputes and acts of revenge.

I was so hungry I saw stars. Everything had double vision. The book of 20-dollar scratch cards Mom gave me felt like a countdown to my death. Only one card remained. The 30 dollars I had won before this, even though I had been incredibly frugal, eating nothing but plain bread and canned soup for every meal, had lasted two weeks at most. My stomach felt like an invisible hand was squeezing it tight, cramping with pain. So I clung to one last shred of hope and called Mom.

From that point onward, they needed to empty the explosive into the lighting chamber, point, and afterward pull the trigger. Iron Hatchet had believed himself to be an expert of numerous weapons, whether it be blades, blades, sledges, tomahawks or lances. He was thoroughly prepared with every one of them, however he had additionally required long periods of preparing and battle abilities to dominate them. Figuring out how to involve another weapon in just thirty minutes, he was worried about the possibility that that the speed to dominate this weapon must be contrasted with the crossbow. The other weapon was given to Carter.