Hatchet Novels & Stories

The freckled omega hissed, gripping the back of Lex’s head and forcing blazing garnet to meet heated jade. The alpha snarled hotly but, after a few agonizing seconds, dropped his gaze and stopped resisting. Azrin worked quickly and didn’t bother to remove the offending contraption properly. Instead of unbuckling it, the Brunet tore through it with deadly claws. Severing the straps like a sharp knife through pliant flesh. Not one to give the blond a chance to contest, Azrin bared his fangs as he gripped the bit and ripped through it; a sharp ping sounded as the metal crashed to the ground.

She used to have a giant drawer full of that stuff in The Academy, but all of her things were put into storage when she passed away. When I peered inside I watched as my eyes widened. 13 year old me pulled out a beautiful silver knife, with a mother of pearl handle. Engraved on the side was my name, ‘Snow’. It was the very knife I had in my holster right now. The very knife I slept with, and kept with me always. The very knife that had almost 400 kills under its belt. The very knife that I had come to know and love.

There were low growls heard around accompanied with heavy breaths. "A weapon to kill me?" At once hanging branches of banyan tree situated adjacent went around the throat of the fakir like death clutches. He was dragged into the forest with the branches tightening around his neck and the fakir dropped to the floor unconscious. The weapon slipped away from the hands of Alexander and disappeared in the thin breeze. Alex ran helter and skelter, from pillar to post in search of the sword but did not find either the arm or the monster.

"Look, there's a holster that ties around your waist so you can quickly grab the blade." "We plan to petition the Council, but Amelia thinks it won't work," Kate said as she organized their purchases into the bags they would use for The Hunt. "Tie this on right now, Izzy, you will feel better having it close by." Kate handed Izzy the knife and helped her tie it around her waist.

One eye had been gouged out, leaving behind a crisscross shaped scar. "Hey now, let's talk about this." Alex said. "We could be friends." The zombie like human lunged at her. He raised his rusted chipped machete over his head and let out the most horrible yowling sound Alex had ever heard, making her jump. She extended the crowbar in a quick slash, sending Crisscross sprawling, turning the howl into a yelp of pain.?A barrage of daggers followed after him, hitting him solidly.

The very sight of this man slaying them once again in the valley where it all began was absolutely infuriating. The two of them never took their eyes away as they approached each other menacingly. Ramon gripped both his swords tensely by his side. Before they engaged each other, Delmar quickly reached over himself and produced the large hatchet sheathed upon his back; the very hatchet he wielded when his people fought to defend their home all those years ago. Delmar cried out as he swung the hatchet down at his foe.

If the situation above is good, that is the opposite of what is happening on the ground below. . “Wai…” I mumbled his name, as I remember, I only have 45 harto with me… what can I do? It is not as if I can kill all of those at once... A weapon that can kill them at once… explosion…. A grenade! “I want to buy a bam bam bomb” Please be 45 harto below… Please be 45 harto below… Please be 45 harto below… [Purchase denied. You currently have 45 harto. A piece of bam bam bomb cost 50 harto. Would you like to purchase other items?]

I sighed, “As much of an amazing gesture that is, I think I'm going to be better going home and fetching some things.” His face wrinkled at the thought, but he agreed. I got dressed and he was ready and waiting for me. We got into the 4x4, and the car ride was silent. My nerves were as high as they could be. My knee started jigging up and down as we got stuck at some traffic lights. He placed a reassuring hand on my leg but as soon as his touch was gone, the shakes were back. The nerves were more fear of the unknown than anything. There was no way to know what we were walking into or who was going to be there. It was late enough in the morning that I was hoping that the house might be empty.

she muttered under her breath. “You left it in the trap, didn’t you?” Vega’s voice cut through the moment, sharp and accusing. “Crap!” Hennia smacked her forehead in frustration, her shoulders slumping. “We can’t use another knife! The Blade of Septem is the only one that works!”

I went in through the hidden entrance I put Quetzal through just the night before. I first checked for our money stash, it was still there, meaning Quetzal hadn’t left yet, that could be good news or really bad news. I refused to believe that it could be the latter. I looked around the garden and grabbed the most practical farming tool that I could use as a weapon, a sickle. It was light weight, fit perfectly in my hand, and had been recently sharpened so the blade glinted. I contemplated going back to get Hakan to help me, but if Quetzal was in trouble, seconds could mean the difference between saving her and losing her, I couldn’t risk wasting time to go to him.