Hatchet Novels & Stories

“If the world itself is breaking, I’ll rip out its heart to mend it.” Her hand tightened on the knife at her belt, bone handle worn smooth by years. The woods moaned softly in reply, branches bending overhead as though reluctant to release her. But Mirra’s decision was already made. The forest trembled. And so did she.

Vanadine said in a kind voice, reaching inside his coat. The machete he had taken from Tommy’s house was about two feet in length and had a grey patina on the blade where it had begun to tarnish. Straight but with the tip widening to provide extra weight, the thing was well balanced and whistled through the air, burying itself in the elf’s neck to half the thickness of the blade.

Maria's body went limp and dropped onto the ground with a loud thud. "This woman said interesting words. She is unlike the others, who like to beg and plead. A humorous lady, indeed. Alas, however interesting you are, I cannot spare you. If I let you go, I need to start over from the beginning, which is a hassle." J nudged the unconscious person with his foot. As he confirmed the woman was sleeping, he took a hatchet out of nowhere. The hatchet recklessly tossed onto the damp soil, produced a thumping sound, and spurted the mud on his pants. One could guess the weight of the metallic weapon was unordinary. The moonlight seemed t

He threw Alyisha to the side as he reached for him war hammer. It was monstrous! The hammer itself weighted more than one hundred fifty pounds, it was casted of solid brass. The handle was solid metal. It had two sets of groove marks. The groves laid at the bottom of the handle and the top of the handle. There were shoulder length apart, and seemed to have been made for Hezi. As Hezi picked up the hammer and held it over his head he asked, “Do you have any last words?” Alyshia showed no change in her facial expressions as she looked at Hezi and smirked. “What awaits you before my death will be greater upon my death!”

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

The time is now. An array of tools hung from hooks on the wall to my right. I scanned the items slowly, a few rakes, a pickaxe, a couple of crowbars, and some axes. My eyes landed on a hatchet, the blade glinting from the dim light on the roof. It's no Sai blade, but it’ll still get the job done. I took the axe from the hook and tossed it up in front of me. The handle spun in a full three-sixty before landing in my hand again. I sucked my teeth and nodded my head with a newfound sense of determination. Clutching the bloodied pole in one hand and the hatchet in the other, I rolled my shoulders back and sauntered out of the shed.

Relief was short-lived, replaced by the ice-cold reality of what I’d have to do next. I bolted back to the car, paws digging into the snow as I shifted mid-stride. The icy air burned my lungs as I straightened, pulling my clothes on with shaking hands. My breaths formed clouds around me, but it wasn’t the cold making me tremble. It was adrenaline. I reached into the car and grabbed the bag—the one filled with everything I might need to kill someone like me. Blade soaked in wolfbane, silver-tipped bullets, enough to turn this place into a bloodbath if I had to. But that wasn’t the plan.

It was coming. As the wind howled through the clearing, a shadow moved at the edge of the forest. Not Ash. Not Kade. Something older. Something that carried the unmistakable mark of her uncle’s power. And for the first time, Raven understood that her awakening wasn’t the beginning of freedom—it was the beginning of war.

Pain shot through me as Christabel, our maid tried to remove the piece of glass stuck in my palm. Tears flowed down my cheek as I gasped for air. I placed my second palm on my face. The thought of something bad happening to Fabio ran across my mind. Knew it won't be easy and that I would suffer more in Lorenzo's hands. Not when Viola and the rest are angry at me.

She laughed, “I just can’t believe you of all people got in trouble with the order. You are our general and the leader of our team and respected by the higher ups.” “Don’t remind me. I fucked up, and it won't happen again.” I retorted, pulling out my dagger and pulling out my sharpening stone, spitting on it before sharpening my blade on it. It was a little difficult to do with one hand, but I wanted to distract myself as we continued through the city. I glanced out of the window every once in a while, watching the buildings going by and people going about their business, completely unaware of the creatures that threatened their very existence.