Hatchet Ch 15 Novels & Stories

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.

She sat in the quiet house, eating her peas, and learned the first lesson of the Vance household: some secrets are too heavy to put into words. Sarah is holding onto a thread of sanity for the sake of her child, while Arthur has crossed the point of no return. As the night falls over Haicheng, Chloe is about to enter the Grayson dungeon. Will the "unclean" secrets she finds there give her the strength to help Sarah fight back, or will the double weight of these betrayals crush them both?

Warehouse shadows danced feral, Hudson wind moaning through cracked walls, carrying the rot of forgotten slaughter. "Password, Whitaker," he snarled, gravel bass grinding like broken Glass, thumb twisting the pliers for emphasis. Pressure ratcheted, nail lifting at the edge, blood welling hot. "USBs are locked tighter than your legs. Spill, or I peel 'em one by one till you sing." Hazel eyes blazed defiance through tears of pure agony, South Side steel forged in worse fires refusing to crack. "Fuck you, Harlan. Kenji's already sold me out. Take your pound of flesh—won't change the feds circling your corpse."

I tried to glare at him, but he wasn’t in my line of sight. During that moment, my stomach.. No, now that I really think about it, it was my belly button that itched at that time. Then I remembered that after the match, Jacob tried to scratch his back. “What.. what was that!?” I shrieked, and Hatchett just giggled. “You’ll know sooner or later. Be glad, actually; we aren’t here to kill you! We are just kindly asking for your precious blood.”

It was only a matter of time before Kaiden summoned me to the dungeon to handle the prisoner, but I didn’t see why we couldn’t just go now and get it over with. He said last night that 'we' had to take care of it, so why did he leave without me? “I loved that book, the one you're reading." I sighed, and Nova hummed in response but didn’t look at me. “Have you gotten to the part where he is ordered to have her hanged? Oh! It’s so gripping! I was on the edge of my seat. He pulls the lever. She falls with the noose around her neck, but as soon as she drops, he changes his mind, grabs her body, and runs away with her.”

Their intense gaze locked. It was a battle of dominance and naivety. "I said lower your arms," Kevin commanded, his unwavering stare fixed upon hers, demanding her surrender—but she did not. Seeing her reluctance, Kevin let out a low, angered huff, frustration simmering within him like a dormant storm. However, just as he was on the verge of taking matters into his own hands, his eyes caught sight of the angry bite mark that was prominently sitting on her shoulder accompanied by a smaller one on her neck. They were of the deepest shade of red.

he hissed, raising his club. I ducked and rolled, ignoring my own shudder at the whirling sound above my head. I sprang to a crouch and lunged forward, just like Burney had taught me and took his legs out from under him. He tried to raise his arm again, but I latched onto it, raking my nails down his skin. He let out a surprised grunt, his winded reflexes sending his pole rolling out of his reach.

she exclaimed with distaste, her voice rang out with authority, ensuring everyone could hear, "And you're the chain." The words sent a chill down my spine. What the hell does that mean? “Fall back!” Hail barked, his voice cutting through the chaos. We didn’t argue. Lena lobbed a makeshift smoke grenade, a scavenged device from the last safe house. It wheezed and filled the rooftop with thick, black mist. “Go!” I grabbed Lena’s arm, pulling her toward the stairwell. But as I turned, my eyes caught sight of the gun, the one the woman had taken from Hail, still in her hand.

But my aunt advanced, her rifle firing, the bullet grazing my leg, pain flaring. Plot twist two: the clearing wasn’t just a battlefield—it was a trap, rigged with my father’s final failsafe, a network of EMP charges to fry Syndicate tech. The journal’s last page, hidden under a seal, revealed its activation code. I typed it into the radio, the charges humming, disabling the helicopter and any remaining Syndicate devices. But my aunt lunged, her knife flashing, aiming for my heart.

Redmaw setting snares to snap our bones. It’s Hazel who finally spots it. She crouches low, squinting at a jagged pile of rubble in the corner where moss has grown thick. “Here.” She digs her knife into the seam and scrapes. The moss peels away, revealing a metal edge, faint and rusted but undeniable. My chest tightens. There it is. The hidden door. It actually exists. We work together, clearing stone and dirt until the outline of a heavy iron hatch shows itself. My pulse roars. Hazel presses her ear to the metal.