Hatchet Novels & Stories

The wall of vegetation was like the thicket around Sleeping Beauty's castle. I smirked, drawing out my secret weapon. It was a cheap machete Eva had picked up in Bolivia on a visit to her uncle and given me for my eighteenth birthday. It was good for rope and underbrush. With a few thwacks I made it through the hedge. I stopped dead in my tracks at the monstrosity before me.

Then I grabbed my sheath for my waist and inserted my seven inch parkerized blade. “Holy Moon Goddess! You look like you are going to war.” Rory squealed. I laughed at her energy. I look over at Aiden who is looking at me with some emotion I cannot name. The last thing I grab is my Kukri Machete. It’s eight inches long and completely black. There is only a thin silver lining along the edge. It’s great for combat, but I am going to slice through some of the targets. “Okay, I’m ready.”

The assassin raised the blade for a killing thrust. "Hey!" Hailey shouted. "That's rude!" She didn't have a weapon. She had a peach pit. She threw it. The pit bounced off the assassin's invisible head. The assassin turned, annoyed. He raised a wrist-mounted dart launcher aimed at Hailey. "Hailey!" Jack roared, scrambling over a pile of crates. Hailey panicked. She fell backward. Her hand slapped the control panel of the industrial magnet. She didn't turn it off. She turned it to "MAXIMUM".

His watchful eyes scan the surroundings, ensuring the safety of their journey. Hunter, adorned with his trusty spear and a dagger tucked into his wrap, takes on the crucial role of scout, swimming at the forefront of the group. His weapon of choice, a sleek and sturdy spear, is poised to strike at a moment's notice, ready to defend against any threats that may emerge. The gleaming blade of his dagger serves as a versatile tool for close-quarters combat or precise underwater tasks.

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.

They felt like their bodies refused to comply with their brains. “Are you sure about that?” Shadow’s right hand sneakily delved inside her back pocket. Hermes and Hercules stayed silent, and couldn't say anything. Their minds were mostly blank. Pitch black. Literally nothing. They had no thoughts which were weird. Gradually, Shadow revealed what she was hiding behind her. It was a SURVIVOR HK-786BK Black Survival Knife. Hermes and Hercules’s eyes bulged and their mouths were literally foaming. They were also unsurprisingly peed inside their pants due to the fear.

“Quick! Kill him now!” Zora had a cold expression as she pounced right toward Harvey and swung her machete forward in one fell swoop.

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.

Honed her vision. The weapons had been set aside. She noticed that when she entered the cave. She caught the gleam of a giant battle axe, scrolled with ancient runes down the handle and twisted designs on the blade. She lunged for it, her adrenaline and need to fight overpowering the drugs that slowed her. The axe was heavy. It took all her strength to heft it, and when she turned, she stumbled. She flew blindly forward, yelling out as she did. “Alexander Phaethon!” He turned at the last second and dodged, the raised blade that he’d intended to sink into his alpha glistening above his head, ready for her instead.

“They must be nice. She isn’t crying.” “Not like that nasty one who hit her.” I narrow my eyes and look at Tessa. “Camila hit you?” Her eyes go wide and she cups her cheek as if remembering the sting. “We’ll deal with that later,” I say, stepping away from Tessa and addressing the forest. “My name is Reagan Holstin. Do you know who I am?” I hear gasps. “Did she say Holstin?” “Like the Guardians.” “Oh this pack is in for it.”