Hatchet Novels & Stories

Its dark blade was joined to a white handle that served to provide beauty by contrast. On both weapons were small holes. These holes were located on the handles and the blades of the weapons. Reaper’s Edge had five small holes in its handle, whereas Canyon’s Mouth had nine. However, Reaper’s Edge had ten slots in its blade whereas Canyon’s Mouth had only 6. These holes were the slots for the Energy Stones. They were evenly dispersed based on the size of the weapons. Canyon’s Mouth had a long handle, and that was why it had that many slots in its handle. The same applied to Reaper’s Edge’s blade.

Rikas grumbled like an old man. “Last time too, you said the same thing. If you are just a half breed, and not the chosen avenger, we shall confirm it now” Hemon pulled out a plain-looking dagger from his coat. “Take this” “What is this?” The half breed boy collected the small dagger and hastily unsheathed it.. A powerful lightning filled with shocking electricity radiates from the dagger “Yiiikkess” He released the shocking bronze and staggered back in motion but Master Hemon quickly captured his arm before he could stumble towards the edge of the cliff.

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It hit the floor, the lock snapping open from the force. The contents spilled across the floor. I leaned closer, my eyes narrowing as I looked at the items scattered on the rug. My blood turned to absolute ice. First, Hazel picked up a thick wooden stick. It was wrapped in dark grip-tape, the wood stained and chipped, looking like it had been used to strike hard surfaces... or soft skin, over and over again. Next, she pulled out a small, gleaming metal blade, the kind of tool that could slice through skin with barely any pressure at all.

In his large fist he wielded the Sauk war hatchet, one of its two hawk feathers intact. Tommy spun in shock as the bare-chested Salt slashed crossways twice with the small ax, forehanded and back. The blade caught flesh and Tommy cried out. Something went flying from his hand into the shadows. Then Salt was driving his prey to the ground, triumphant, rearing back with his razored hatchet high—

It had a chequered front strap, double diamond grips, stainless steel and engraved frame, polished gold finish of the Wilson Combat Classic Super grade handgun. Eden had seen it in Malakai's hands multiple times and absolutely loved it. In all honesty, she was just taking it now to piss Malakai off, and trust me, it worked. Malakai was fuming, Eden was going to be a lot to handle, he could already tell. He knew she would not be easy to control, and that was an understatement. Eden had become one of his best too. By the time Malakai reached his office, Eden was long gone.

Victor grabbed his gun and rushed downstairs, his heart pounding. The front door was open, and lying on the threshold was the canvas Aaron had painted…. slashed into pieces. To be Continued…

stopped them. Glasses from the windows shattered as everyone ducked down. A lighting bolt strucked the street infront of the building and destroyed the lines. Electricity went out and a few seconds later, the emergency generator hummed and went into power as it left a few light bulbs on. Luna was cupping her hands to her ears as she evaded the shattered glass. She could still hear some ringing in her earlobes as she stood up. "What the hell?" "The fuck was that?!" "Oh my god..."

I traced the hand holding the gun, and my sight met that of the pair of eyes that'll forever hunt me. They were bloodred eyes!

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