Chapter 5 Hatchet Novels & Stories

The shock wave hurled me to the ground, causing the world to spin for a moment. I sat up and saw black smoke emitting into the air. Getting on my feet again, I saw two other hunters appeared. They drew out their shining hatchets and curved blades from their backs. One of them threw a hatchet at me. I did a back-flip, missing the weapon barely an inch. The other lunged forward, but I welcomed him with a kick to the chest. He went airborne and broke through a window shop.

"If I remember right, you've still got one scratch card left, don't you? Don't come crying poor to me. I'm not falling for that! If you're so capable, do what you did when you got into college and won all those scholarships. Use your luck!" The call cut off abruptly. When I tried again, her phone was off. The single remaining scratch card in my hand suddenly felt impossibly heavy. I did not dare scratch it. I was terrified it would be another loss. When the semester started, my weight had been normal. Now I was severely malnourished. At five foot five, I weighed only 73 pounds. Blue veins showed through my skin. There was not a trace of color in my face. When I got back to the dorm, no one w

Quinn’s head cleared up as she suggested. They had to get to the Voodoo Cult first. Quinn settled Sweat Pea down in a nearby tribe and left with Chase. The people around them got gradually less. They had gotten deep inside the forest and were surrounded by big, tall trees. The sun could not shine into the forest, and it was wet and humid along the way. Various bugs of different shapes and sizes buzzed around. There were hissing snakes slithering around the tree trunks. Fortunately, Chase and Quinn were no ordinary people. They were able to face a situation like this.

It’s on fire and the men who were manning it are either gone or dead on the ground, burned to death. One of the silvers turns to face us while another takes a second hatchling and begins flying away. The silver facing us growls and blows another round of fire at us. This time when I hit the ground, I begin crawling toward the harpoon launcher. Just as I reach it, the fire stops. I stand, ready to put a harpoon into the launcher when huge talons grab the launcher and fling it over the edge of the mountain. The silver looks at me, growling menacingly.

Then he climbs again, pushing the hatch at the top. It doesn’t move. Locked. Of course it’s locked. Humans lock everything now. They lock access to anything that might allow creatures to move unseen. Rowan curses under his breath, a low growl of frustration. Hunters shout below. They’ve reached the chamber. Flashlights sweep upward, beams slicing into the shaft like knives. Rowan presses his shoulder against the hatch. Pain flares across his face. He grits his teeth and pushes anyway. The hatch shifts slightly.

I could hear screams and shouts as the helicopter hit the ground, and I felt the impact shake my entire body. As the helicopter came to a stop, I looked around and saw that we were surrounded by the beasts. They were closing in on us, and I could hear their snarls and growls getting louder. I knew that we had to act fast if we were going to survive. I reached for my firegun and started shooting at the beasts, taking them down one by one. Meanwhile, the young mother was still grappling with Lorenzo, trying to get the answers she so desperately wanted. But it was too late - the helicopter had crashed and the beast was closing.

*** Hazel came back with a kitchen knife, and Rita asked her to turn on the flashlight function on her phone and pointed to the lock on a small wooden door in front of them, saying, "Rachael, you break this lock." Looking at the small wooden door, Rachael asked in surprise, "Why is there still a wooden door here?" "Your grandfather used to believe in rumors about war and built an underground passage here, just like what he saw on TV. But he was afraid of being discovered, so he put a door on it. Even if someone found out, we could say it was a cellar for storing things. In other words, as long as we open this door, we can get out from here. If we keep going out from here, the sea is not far

The last page is stained and unreadable. Evelyn investigates the forest where the river bends—locals call it “The Hollow.” Inside the willow grove, she discovers ancient symbols carved into bark and bones buried beneath moss. An old woman named Maeve warns her: “The river doesn't forget. Neither should you.” Evelyn begins to dream of drowning. Here is the full, detailed version of the thriller story “River Witch”, complete with chapter titles: River Witch A Supernatural Thriller in Six Chapters Chapter 1: The Drowning Season

The final Hound, realizing his squad was being dismantled by a biker gang and a hacker who could control trees, banked hard, pulling up into the canopy to retreat. "Let him go!" Dax ordered, checking his mirrors. "Keep pushing! The perimeter of Coldwater is only five miles out!" We burst through the final, dense thicket of the jungle, hitting the flat, hard-packed dirt of the outer industrial zone. Ahead of us, the towering, ruined skyscrapers of Coldwater stood silhouetted against the setting sun. We had survived the ambush. We had the kids. But as we slowed our approach toward the city limits, my data-deck vibrated again.

Starting the engine, determination set free allowed to reign I drive away from my pack. Five days, it took me five days to reach the independent pack lands. Five days of staring at the crumpled map, five days of sleeping in the tiny space at the back of the truck. Five days of taking baths in the cold streams and five days of hunting birds, frogs and wild hares.