Hatchet Book Chapter 13 Novels & Stories

He went home. End of Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen

Harney All rights reserved (c) 2025 Chapter One I ran through the forest, a flash of desperate red. The Big Bad was right on my heels, closing in. He was much bigger, and badder, and faster, and stronger than me. We both knew it. The fact that he hadn't caught me yet only meant he liked to play with his food. Tragically, I was probably no more than a mere midnight snack to him. So much for my happy ending. How horribly banal. The air in my lungs seemed to have caught fire. I'm sure I was as loud as a wildebeast thundering through the forest, disturbing all the creatures of the night as I went. If you imagine me as a delicate damsel in flowing white gown, flying across the mossy ground, do

“This is like shooting fish in a barrel.” The little hairs on the hunter’s neck stood on end as he heard the whoosh of wind behind him from Haldir’s mist. He panted terrified breaths as he hesitantly turned around just in time to see the hatchet bury deep into his chest and Haldir’s smiling face standing over him.

Valerie After the rest of the kids left for school, I watched Tasha move around the kitchen with Lee and Sebastian. Their morning dance as they cooked the house breakfast was fluid and easy. It was very obvious that they were all one soul that had been split up into 8 pieces. They were like ballroom dancers, anticipating each other's movements before they even thought about their next move. I sighed. Every morning, I was reminded of how I would never have my dance again. I was glad that Osprey had used his mate bond with Scarlett to help heal her from her father’s death, but I didn’t have anybody that could heal me like that. All I had was Scarlett.

The order could send another squad after this guy. I passed by some humans dancing and one man groped me as I was trying to pass by, without thinking I shoved his hand away, hearing a loud crack as I broke his hand. He screamed in pain. Whoops looking behind me, the Prince Dagon gained on me, forgetting the human, I bolted out of the door and headed down the street and into the forest, to my sisters who I knew were nearby, since we had set an ambush up nearby. Thana stood in the branches of a nearby tree, waiting with four of our squad in similar positions around us.

he hissed. I shook my head in disapproval. "Let me go, you bastard!" I cried. Meanwhile I was struggling beneath him. I was twisting and fighting. But, again, it was useless. He was too strong. The metal of the chains clicked shut around my left wrist and then my right. Panic flooded my system. "Stop!" I tried to pull against the chains. Nothing worked. Tears began to burn my eyes. "Let me go!" He came closer. I was quick to drive my left knee right up into his ribs as hard as I could.

Teeth closed in on my neck, and I braced myself for the end. It didn’t come. The weight disappeared in an instant, and I rolled onto my back, gasping. Riley stood there, half-shifted. His claws glinted in the rain, his eyes glowing feral. “Run,” he said, his voice guttural, barely human. I didn’t think. I grabbed Scout, cradling his limp body as I stumbled toward the truck. Pain seared through my side, but I kept going, my breath ragged.

He instantly passed out before snapping back to his senses again. When he came to, all four of his limbs were crippled. “Aaaaaaah!” One of the Four Goliaths of the Hatchet Gang couldn’t help but scream in fear. It was a miserable sight… “At least hold back a little. We don’t have anyone to lead the way if you kill him.” Rachel appeared from the back.

"Who in your family is infected?" "My infant son." The guard said. "We both recovered with some help a few months ago by you in the village near your Sect." "Yes, I remember you now. You had a white shawl around your neck at the time to hide." "Yes. I have worked extremely hard to boost my cultivation since then. I am almost completely free of the poison. But my son has lingering traces. I am Vestas of the Hawks Clan." He gave a slight bow as he introduced himself.

Ventura’s fingers tightened around my neck, and I struggled to breathe. “There goes that defiant hiss again. You’re becoming quite the little vampire. You sound just like one,” he said with a growing hatred. “Do you know how much trouble you’ve been giving me? You killed my small human army of hunters who would do my future bidding. I had a chance at a surprise attack on the Harringtons, but you blew it! You were unsuccessful at making more of yourself and serving me. Why shouldn’t I just snap your pretty neck and be done with it? All my troubles would die along with you.”