Hatchet Novels & Stories

MATTEO {Two Weeks Ago} The bass from the high dimension speakers hit me the moment I stepped in. Around me, the lights flashed different colours: red, blue, violet—then again. The air was heavy with the smell of sweat, perfume, cologne and alcohol. I adjusted the large cap of the black hoodie which I wore low on my head. The gay bar was crowded, dark and loud in a way that made me feel safe. Faces blurred together on the dance floor with no one looking too closely.

I anticipated his question and produced my phone, showing him the app I used. “It’s called a drone, Charles,” I replied. “It’s got small cameras and they use it to film or take pictures from the air. Wanna see it?” “Yeah!” Then I opened the SLS app and looked around with it until I caught the sticks of the twins running toward Ted. Ricky covered his mouth, his eyes jumping up and down from my screen to the garden before us. “Charlotte and Charles Blotter. They died in their late seventies, but came back as children.”

Her growl echoed through the trees and her eyes glowed brilliant green. As Kathleen thrust the knife down, Emory shifted into full wolf and slipped through her legs. With extraordinary speed, Emory shifted back to Hunter, digging her fangs into Kathleen’s throat as she turned. Kathleen tried to thrust the dagger into her back, but she parried it with one flick of her wrist.

ALEXANDER Finding Isabella being harassed by that guy almost drove me crazy, seeing his filthy hands on her almost made me tear his head off, I wanted to kill him, I wanted to beat him until it was engraved in his mind that he should never do something similar, I wanted to break each one of his fingers just for holding her and I only managed to restrain myself because I had Isabella close and I didn't want to scare her, I think she wouldn't be ok seeing so much violence after what her dad did to her.

I asked and Mom shakes her head no "But Mom what….." "Trrrr" The sound of the broken vase interrupted Dad caused and we heard the sound of things breaking "We better stop them" Mom took to her heels and ran into the study I followed after her I was shocked by what I saw inside Alex and Dad were standing face to face,they both looked angry.Alex eyes was Bloodshot I can tell he's more angry than Dad. They looked like they wanted to kill each other and Alex raise the small family portrait on the desk and swing it in Dad's direction

I say as I walk toward Xaver and Enrico. Tears begin to moisten their faces as I make my way toward them. I walk behind them toward my wall of weapons. I put the knife aside, needing something more effective for this moment. My eyes scan over the various options, landing on one in particular. A custom-designed whip with metal shards on the end. Creating multiple lacerations in one single hit. My mouth salivating from the choice, I pick it up and walk back to the men in the chairs.

The bile rose into her throat, burning while her stomach turned. *No. It’s not him.* And that wasn’t far from the truth either. Nathaniel would never raise a finger to hunt them down. He’d get his men to do it and despite how mean and disgusting they could be, they weren’t that good at hunting. So, it had to be someone else. “Where’s the rifle?” Chloe asked breathlessly as she pushed herself up. “In the footlocker, where we found it.” Freya replied nervously. “What are you going to do?”

I only continue my exploration when everything is in order with my bladder. I push the door ajar with the tip of my boot, cursing the aged wood for opening with a growing squeak. Hunter for what he is doing and raises the instrument in his hands, in a reflection of fright. It is a large and heavy sledgehammer, whose black handle is surrounded by the strong fingers of both his hands.

“Well, I just forgot you are totally green. The bushes outside, those are not just bushes. They are any vampire’s weakness. The Roses, Vervain and the Hawthorn. We shall be using these as the major weapons and protection. “Now…inside this box, we have as you can tell, the machetes, for decapitation, the stake, pushing through the heart weakens them, flame throwers and of course this,” she picked an old wooden but well vanished shotgun. “This is not any other shotgun…no. This is a silver rounds shotgun. Silver is another vampires’ weakness. Silver buckshots are your best friends when hunting the undead, not the normal rounds you carry around in those things and definitely, not those small thi

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.