Hatchet Book Chapter 13 Novels & Stories

a furious voice called out. Wilson spun around on the balls of his feet. His eyes picked up a small object hurling at him as fast as lightning. The tomahawk buried itself into Wilson’s chest. He gasped loud and painfully, his jaw dropping wide open. The sudden force caused him to topple backward and onto the ground. Alex stood up and gazed at him in astonishment. Wilson grabbed hold of the tomahawk’s handle and struggled uselessly for air. He was dead before his eyes could even shut.

The machine collapsed into the mud, its gears hissing as the black fluid leaked into the snow. But there were eleven more. I fell back toward the longhouse, my gray-stained palm burning as the "Thirteenth resonance" tried to surface one last time. I looked at the stranger’s book, open on the ledger-table. The third page was blank, waiting for a line that could justify the blood that was currently spilling onto our first harvest. "Sara!" Xander screamed, his voice swallowed by the roar of the mechanical line as two of the iron giants pinned his arms against the barricade, their shears hovering inches from the charcoal heart on his chest.

If I can not find them on my own then I might as well find someone who can. walked through the thick bushes and tall trees till I finally came across the hut I was searching for. I hope she is around because I hate to wait. I opened the front door and walked in. I stepped on a loose floor board and arrows came flying at me from the left and right walls of the hut. I dodged them all with ease and caught the last one in my hand. Breaking it in half with that same hand I said to Helen who I had already sensed her presence,

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 screa

If I didn’t pluck it out and squash it, the hatred would grow and fester in me. “For some, depending on their roles,” Hatchett answered. “Others won’t be so lucky. Best for you not to know the finer details. Just rest easy that these guys won’t be able to continue their rampage against another shifter again.” Hatchett spoke with such passion that I didn’t have a reason not to believe him. “Thought I heard a familiar voice,” Ciara said as she came around the building. “Hatchett, I wanted to thank you for your help today. You and all the Steel Lycans. We owe you one.”

We won’t be satisfied until his blood fills our mouth and his screams pierce the sky, begging for mercy. Following Demitri’s instincts, the trees pass by in a blur as we hurdle overgrown roots and duck past low-hanging branches. It doesn’t take long for us to reach the cabin where warriors are milling about. Passing them all, I trot up the steps and through the open door. Matt bending in front of a glaring Zachary, whose tied to a chair. Growling in warning, the Gamma dodges to the side just in time, as I vault myself at the fucker. Sinking my canines into his soft flesh, I enjoy the sounds of his howls.

All of the undead vanished after being swept by the golden laser. The old hag tried attacking twice, but Chase and the others managed to block the attack. She looked shocked and angry. She kept opening her black mouth to reveal her sharp, yellow teeth. She looked like she was cursing something. The old hag raised her claw-like black hand and swept it at Chase. Her long fingers reflected in the light like a sharp weapon. There was a vague stench of something rotting. Chase scoffed. He was not intimidated and met her attack with a chop of his hand. A flaming half-circle flew out and cut the old hag's claw in half the moment they came into contact. The old hag howled in pain. It must have wound

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

Tears streamed down my face. Just then, the heart rate monitor's alarm went off. The heart rate curve on the screen fluctuated violently before it suddenly plummeted. Ignoring my own pain, I scrambled up to my feet and dashed out into the hallway, hysterically yelling for a healer. However, the medical center was completely empty. I couldn't find a single healer or nurse. A cleaner, who was passing by, steadied my trembling figure and said, "Ms. Chambers was feeling unwell after you attacked her. Alpha Felix summoned all the healers to her side to tend to her."

Now. “How long until you get here?” I snapped into the comm, my voice laced with a growl. “Three minutes,” Lazaro replied, breathless. I could tell they were running. But still three minutes might cost us everything. “Just... move faster,” I growled, veering toward a small grove up ahead. Moments later, Renzo and three other squads circled a mound that looked deceptively natural like part of the terrain. But beneath the layer of leaves, we uncovered a steel hatch. Massive. Old. Unmistakable.