Hatchet Book Chapter 13 Novels & Stories

The little puppy had already scurried to Mina's door, feeling a sense of comfort and relief at the prospect of returning home. Emma soon joined her brother and they both stopped and took a moment to admire the beauty of the flower beds. The cold winter had been long, harsh and tedious, but the beginning of spring promised new life, warmth, and hope that everything would be fine. "What's the matter?" Emma asked, seeing the kid standing quietly. It was so unlike him.

There, I barely saw the army, trained by the old hag! I look away and flow so fast to restraint myself to stop and landed in the mountain. I said, reminded myself, “That's why makes sure to be strong and must powerful to comeback home, Encrinch!” Just before the sun's rise, we reach the gloomy forest. Misty seems to be filled with reminisce and couldn't stop saying, “I wonder if my fate is right in that place. I'm so excited!” I let her be, and cautiously look the gloomy forest. I ask as I felt like eyes is everywhere, “Is this place really this eerie?”

Chapter 154 Heartbreaking *** Content Warning: This chapter might contain violence, abuse, crime, or triggering factors that may be harmful, disturbing, or traumatizing to some. Reader’s discretion is advised. Thank you. *** Hunter raised his hand into the air – stopping Dustin who was tailing him from behind. The sound of the crickets was the only thing that they could hear around. After talking to Elder Morrigan and asking Butler Henry about his plan – he immediately went to the place where Hector went before he went missing.

That voice—like Scott’s but not—echoes with countless others, “Nice to see you again.” Too late. He’s come back too late. Sorrow and guilt twists Jesse Kretch’s insides into knots. “Damn. Sorry, Scott.” He hefts and throws the silver-bladed hatchet at his brother and it strikes Scott in the back with a dull thud. Scott straightens with a yelp that sounds more pissed than hurt. Smoke pours out around the hatchet and a hot sizzling fills the air as the silver blade sags and melts against Scott’s flesh. Sparks and small, greenish flames sprout from the wound, and rivulets of liquid silver run down Scott’s back and legs.

In his large fist he wielded the Sauk war hatchet, one of its two hawk feathers intact. Tommy spun in shock as the bare-chested Salt slashed crossways twice with the small ax, forehanded and back. The blade caught flesh and Tommy cried out. Something went flying from his hand into the shadows. Then Salt was driving his prey to the ground, triumphant, rearing back with his razored hatchet high—

I yelp in pain, my leg throbbing as I try to push myself up. But before I can, the Hunter is on me. She grabs me by the hair and yanks me up to my feet, her sword at my throat. "Don't move," she hisses, her breath hot against my cheek. I freeze, my heart racing as I stare at the silver blade. This is it. The end. But then ... a rustling in the trees. The Hunter's head snaps to the side, her grip on me faltering. And that's when I see him. Gregory emerges from the trees, his lips curled into a snarl. With a fierce determination in his eyes, he lunges at the Hunter, knocking her to the ground.

I can't bear the thought of Hugh's dirty hands on her, his scent mingling with hers! As we circle each other, growls rumbling low in our throats, my mind churns with thoughts of vengeance - to kill! I’m desperate to tear Hugh apart, to rend flesh from bone until there’s nothing left but a memory! Just as I prepare to launch myself, the noise of the rain is suddenly overshadowed by the sound of hurried footsteps and panicked voices. My attention flickers towards the intrusion, and there they are - the pack, rushing to Hugh's aid without a second thought.

WARNING: this chapter contains descriptions of sexual assault === The room instantly felt too hot and Chloe tried to swallow, her mouth feeling dry. A hand on her naked arm made her jump and she looked up to find Nathaniel towering over her, his eyes lasciviously roaming over her body. “You know, I never found my mate?” Nathaniel suddenly spoke, his voice low. “I searched and searched but after years of disappointment I finally gave up. For a while I was okay with not having a mate, not having a family but as I get older I realise that I can’t run this pack alone and certainly not forever. The pack needs a Luna. We need hope that there is a future…”

Chapter 1: The Alpha's Possession** Her bare feet padded across the hard ground as she ran with all her might. The leaves in the vast forest hindered her sight, but she pushed them aside, desperate to escape. Her eyes were red and swollen, her cheeks puffy from crying nonstop for what felt like an eternity. "Thief! Catch that thief!" she heard the head guard shout behind her, and the sound of approaching footsteps grew louder, all heading in her direction.

"I'd forgotten what that felt like." "Get used to it." I squeezed her hand. "We're going to do a lot more of it." The phone stayed silent. And somewhere in the city, Hana raced toward Mireille's last known location. And somewhere else, Aris Thorne waited for news of his attack. And somewhere in between, the game entered its final phase. --- End of Chapter 217