Hatchet Novels & Stories

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.

Ashley The Axe of Destruction was not like anything I had ever imagined. The blood-red handle and chalk-white head separated it from any ax I had ever seen before. “Remarkable,” I said, still in shock and awe, releasing what it meant that we could look at the ax and possibly take it. “Yes it is. A single hit from it is rumored to instantly kill no matter where it lands,” said Zane, looking around the waterfall and stepping closer to it. “We have to find a way to bring it down.” He went to the rocks and pressed a hand against the stone.

Hannah was shaking in anger when she heard Kaze’s insults. Kaze continued to tease and disrespect her. “If you want a terrible death, I’ll grant you that wish!” Hannah raised her hand and said, “Bring me my sword!” One of the young women nodded and went off. A moment later, she came back with a large box and opened it in front of Hannah. Inside the box was a crimson red sword that had a black snake curled up at its hilt. The moment the box opened, the bone-chilling aura from the blade scattered in the air.

Mary exclaimed Weakly Summer looked over to where the computer monitor was, on the screen was a similar dagger. “Jake put a description in the search engine, we never thought it might turn up” Hattie said proudly Summer's eyes widened. "Its a mystical dagger apparently" Mary said sarcatsically Jake gave a cynical smile

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."

The tip of her black heel pressed down upon it. Then crushed. The core chip shattered together with the reinforced shell. The aide stared. Speechless. Even the pain from his torn scalp vanished from his awareness. “Close your mouth.” Her tone remained calm. “Since when do two pieces of scrap metal get to decide the fate of something I keep in my house?” She turned. One hand overturned a nearby equipment rack. Metal crashed across the floor. From the pile, she dragged out a military-grade hydraulic cutter weighing over a hundred pounds. The jaws locked onto the lowest support axle of the lead door's locking mechanism.

(Liam hemsworth) My hands started uncontrollably shaking as the mention of my father came came up. Jack smirked before placing his hand as the small of my back leading me towards a door to the building. He nodded at the man guarding the door referring him to open it. I analyzed the guard, seeing as he had a bulletproof vest on his chest and an Ak-47 strapped to him. I quickly looked away as I continued walking forward. The inside was absolutely beautiful, mesmerizing even but I knew I had to stay focused and remember my way in if I had any chance on getting out.

“Are they really going to just let me fall back?” That's actually... cause me a sigh of relief. I'm tired by the eyes that following my every steps! Then there's Grandma I notice anxious and been in contact with the messengers lady. And everyone of them is given grandma a jade, however it only cause Grandma to deeply anxious. Then her expression greatly change, she said in certainty, “It must be those horrible species! The Lycan kidnapped the future of the huntress!” “Future... of the huntress?” I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise.

Fuck my planning, fucking the research, 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 should

"He's going to be a handful when he starts walking." The women watched the baby play in contented silence for a few beats before Liv reached into the basket again and pulled out an axe. Ulfhild's eyes widened and she grinned. "How about axe throwing first?" A light went on in Ulfhild's brain. That's what the targets on the trees were for. She grinned. ***