روايات وقصص ضمن Hatchet

Then another memory hit—the screensaver, the video, Liana’s words in the restroom. Something clicked. I pulled out my phone, opened the video again, and zoomed in. “Alex!” I hissed, tears rushing to my eyes as if they had been given permission to escape. The signs were there, but I was too blind to see them. I hurried home. Thankfully, Margaret wasn’t in. I dumped out my school bag, spilling everything onto the floor. I searched frantically until my eyes found it—the diamond necklace. My brows furrowed. The main diamond was shaped like the letter L.

That scar across the back of Selena's hand was going to require a few Band Aids. "You mean like a net?" I called back to Pamela. "Exactly," Pamela became lost in her own battle. Miyako was pinning me in too. Does NO ONE know what a tomahawk is anymore? Come on now – it is a tool. It's like a hammer, but with a blade where the head should be. Miyako was doing well until I smashed two of her spikes – out of the car doors and into the ground. She looked perplexed.

"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. ***

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.

the machete slashed downwards, leaving a trail of cold light as it aimed for Austin's head. At that moment—

From that point onward, they needed to empty the explosive into the lighting chamber, point, and afterward pull the trigger. Iron Hatchet had believed himself to be an expert of numerous weapons, whether it be blades, blades, sledges, tomahawks or lances. He was thoroughly prepared with every one of them, however he had additionally required long periods of preparing and battle abilities to dominate them. Figuring out how to involve another weapon in just thirty minutes, he was worried about the possibility that that the speed to dominate this weapon must be contrasted with the crossbow. The other weapon was given to Carter.

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.

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.

She stalked over and picked up a rusty but wicked-looking scythe. Lizzy’s neck felt clammy, and she stepped back. You’re in Wyoming. Not in Lagos. Not now. Never again. Lizzy stared at a familiar-looking weapon. Charlie followed her gaze. “This is a machete. It’s actually an East African panga. I ordered it online.” “Why?” Lizzy said in horror.

I asked in a perplexed tone. He exhaled a sigh. "Well, we'll see. That contraption came equipped with a pair of nice hunting knives, a machete, two shotguns, a compound bow with twelve arrows, and extra ammunition. We should be able to return to Fort Hamilton without mishap and any issues."