Hatchet Ch 15 Novels & Stories

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.

A tomb. Sabatine pushed past him, holstering his weapon. He shoved the torch into Anton’s hand. “Hold this.” He placed both palms flat on the cold metal, braced his legs against the stairs, and pushed with his whole body, a low, guttural sound of effort tearing from his throat. The muscles in his back and shoulders corded, visible even through his torn jacket. With a shriek of protesting metal and a shower of rotten leaves and dirt, the hatch gave way, swinging upward into the sweet, shocking cold of open night.

She would rather end her life than let this filth of a human being defile her. Sammy came at her and punched her hard in the stomach, making her double over with pain. He then kicked her and she went flying across the shed. With her last strength, she got on all fours, throwing up the broth she had eaten earlier. Sammy was already mad with rage. Taking the knife that had fallen when Sandy attacked Vinca, he ran to where she had landed. Vinca saw the knife slash toward her and roll to the edge of the shed. She knew she was about to die. Using the wall as support, she slid up and faced him. As he came charging towards her, she shifted slightly at the last second and he rammed into the wall.

Black spots burst in my vision and my arms floundered at my sides, pounding against the ground to find the knife that I dropped. Victory seemed so near, yet so far, when my fingertips grazed the bottom of the handle that had been buried under loose chippings. But I only succeded in pushing it away. Rachel reared her head back in a keening howl, then plunged, sinking her canines into the base of my neck, cutting through my skin in a painful explosion and clamping her jaws down hard.

Hunter growled in pain and flinched back. Zara shoved him to the ground and retrieved the vial from his back pocket. "I'm not dying so easily, MacIntyre. You'll have to outsmart me if you truly want to kill me." Zara sniggered before she bolted into the night. Her feet thudded in the dead quiet of the night as she ran towards the cemetery. On the other hand, Hunter rose slowly, his lips twitching in a dark smirk. He didn't rush to go after her. He didn't even try. He took his time to get up as the air grew thick with sizzling tension.

She grinned despite herself, that quick grin she had to hide at business tables. Marco opened the equipment closet and pulled out a hatchet. “We don’t keep axes in the sedan,” he said dryly, “but since you asked.” It fit his hand like a memory. “Grip at the end. Don’t muscle it. Let the weight do the work. Think of it as a heavy letter to an old friend.” He threw; the hatchet spun once and kissed the board, burying to the cheek. Some primitive part of the hindbrain purred. Sasha tried. The first throw sailed wide with theatrical insult. The second hit flat. The third stuck shallow. The fourth buried with a thunk that traveled up her bones. She made a noise she didn’t recognize—a small, delig

I guess they might be right. “Perhaps there is a third option, behind Staceys house there is a pumpkin field. They are out of season. See if we can move the venue there.” a lazy smile works its way on to my face as I remember the first time Stacey and I found our way into the pumpkin field. “There is a hatch near the house.” I muse, knocking back another swig of whiskey before passing it to Pax. “It will be dark and Felicity won’t see it as a setup. We keep a few people on patrol in the area so she can slip through.” Pax handed me the whiskey bottle back as I took another sip. “That would work,” Hunter adds stroking his beard thoughtfully.

As Zachariah pulls Henry’s heart out of his chest, Yasmine slides out the Gurkha Kukri knife that she had inherited from Henry after that very first encounter with him. As Zachariah digs his claws in and pulls Henry’s heart all the way out of his chest Yasmine uses the Gurkha Kukri knife cutting in the same place, she had slashed her claws and as Zachariah lands on his feet and steps back and Henry slowly falls to his knees.

Heather snorted and said, “However, have you thought it through? I’ll kick you out of the Riggs family, and you’ll lose your arms while your beloved man is broke. How will you survive later without your bread and butter?” “You know nothing about love. You’ll never understand!” Hannah was indifferent. Heather looked at Chump, and a glinting knife dropped onto the floor with a clang. “You agreed so readily. You think you can reattach your arms after I cut them off?” Lily frowned as she looked at the knife, which she knew was sharpened, judging by its blade. She turned her gaze to Heather and saw her severe, unblinking expression. “I’ll do it myself!” Hannah exclaimed and bent over to pick up t