Hatchet Book Short Summary Novels & Stories

Leo barks and tries to rip the jacket from my arm. My hand moves quickly, jabbing the blade straight into his heart. His green eyes search me as a trickle of blood runs out the corner of his mouth. Pulling the blade back. Leo drops to his knees. His green eyes fade to grey as he falls forward at my feet. I didn’t even feel bad for my actions. In fact, quite the opposite. Everyone would get what was coming to them!

Daren yells while grabbing his newly opened wound. "I'm not done yet." She says to Daren as she grabs his arm. She brings the hatchet down on his arm, attempting to chop it off in one swing. The bone is too tough. She pulls the hatchet out and takes another swing. This time, chopping his arm off at the elbow. His screams fill the entire forrest, too horrific for it to be described into words. But this isn't enough for her. She hits him in the abdomen several times with the dull end, breaking several of his ribs.

“That’s the rule.” I lowered my head back down. His heartbeat. The constellation on his shoulder visible from this angle – Orion, the hunter, the tattoo I’d traced so many times I could ink it blindfolded, the kitchen floor beneath us solid and cold and permanent. The permission wasn’t a gift. It was a starting line. The blank page waiting for the first word. Our book that would contain everything – the bar and the boy and the girl who wrote at 2 AM because writing was the only way she knew how to stay alive when the world said disappear.

The Awakening Sage had walked the darkened path toward her house just like the last night, but this time she was going to be ready for anything. She made sure she had her gun in her back holster that her dad had bought her. At her hip, she had a great set of butterfly knives that had belonged to her mother. The closer she got she heard someone in her house. But when she had gotten closer, she peaked in the window and found a pale blond meth head throwing her old, one of a kind books around the room.

My heart was heavy when I saw the damage. For some reason, the earthquake's aftereffects seemed particularly severe in this area. I looked at the detonators that had been laid around the old settlement to carve out a new path, and a sense of unease rose within me. That was when someone suddenly kicked me hard from behind. I was caught off guard and fell to the ground, landing on the debris from the earthquake. My face and hands were cut and scratched from the fall. Hector's voice rang out behind me. He sounded furious as he snarled, "Are you a stalker or something? I can't believe you came all the way here to try to catch Benjamin and Jennifer red-handed! What's wrong with you?"

The hydra turned its attention to us. When it focused on Meredith, Hakeem jumped in front of her, slashing at its open maw. But the beast’s saliva hit him, burning through his shirt and skin like acid. Hakeem’s scream of agony and Meredith’s cry of his name will haunt my nightmares. “Tesoro!” I screamed. With strength I didn’t know I had, I yanked the half-severed head from the hydra’s neck and hurled it aside. I leapt from the beast’s body to scoop Hakeem up.

He stammers, clearly shaken by my questioning, and manages to give me a broken, incomplete account. His words are jumbled and lack detail, but one piece of news cuts through the confusion like a blade. “The prisoner has escaped.” The words hit me hard, and without hesitation, I took off at a full sprint. I race toward the gates, praying Hannah isn’t foolish enough to cross them. Those gates are more than a boundary—they’re a declaration. Anyone who crosses them is marked as a rogue. I arrive just in time to see an archer draw his bow. “Drop your weapons! I said, drop your weapons!” I shout, my voice echoing through the chaos.

My heavy-duty leather hiking boots are mid-calf in height and will offer plenty of protection from any shards of glass that could easily slice through skin and flash. Bending my knee up to my chest, I released a louder-than-intended grunt from the force of my stomping foot against the window. Two powerful kicks break through the wooden panels and shatter the majority of the glass. Discovering a decent sized rock nearby, I used that to knock away the remaining sharp fragments of glass from around the window frame. Bleeding to death while trying to break into an abandoned building in an attempt to seek shelter is the last thing I need right now. How embarrassing would that headline be? A stran

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.

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