Hatchet Novels & Stories

The machete was very sharp as it was used for harvesting. Santiago raised an eyebrow. "Is he going to kill you?" "I'm sure he's been waiting for a long time to do this. Just watch," Jepherson said as he slowly approached Flynt. Although Flynt only had one arm, he could still slash the machete wildly. Most people would not dare to approach him. However, Jepherson was fearless. He walked up to him calmly while dodging the machete's strikes. Soon, Jepherson managed to grab Flynt's wrist and tapped him with one hand. The machete immediately dropped onto the ground.

He had already ordered a coffin to be delivered to the mansion discreetly to avoid questions. He was in the tools sections. He first got the pick/mattock for breaking up tough roots, clay, some rock, or stone deposits. A spud bar is useful when large, heavy stones or significant rocks gather together and you need to separate them. A garden rake, an edging tool (basically a flat "blade" with a six to eight-inch cutting surface at the end of a long handle), and a grave template that gives him a set of dimensions from which to dig the grave. For clearing the area around a grave; a lawnmower, weed eater, chainsaw, loppers, pruning shears, and last but not least, a shovel.

He just trudged toward his old backpack resting near a grassy mound. Something felt wrong. He knelt and dug through the bag. My stomach twisted as I saw his fingers close around the handle of something metal. It was a machete. He stood, holding it loosely at his side. His lips curled into a grotesque smile. It was too wide and forced—like his face was fighting against itself. But his eyes... His eyes were wild. And dark. “Hey, now,” he rasped, his voice trembling with something worse than grief. “Who’s next?”

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Take that. "Oh by the way, my friend here told me how j*rk and d*mb*ass you are. I nearly puke just by hearing those," Katherine said making James fuming mad. I immediately took Katherine away from the scence to prevent other possibilities to happen. He's not worthy of everything, such a waste of time.

And the word murder that came out of Nichole's mouth was scary enough to hear. "Did you watch The Walking Dead again and have a bad dream?" Patricia asked making sure that what Nichole said was not true. Nichole now shook his head and it was clear that the girl's face had turned angry. How could it not be, Nichole West had been convincing Patricia that what she had just heard was the truth. However, Patricia's response really annoyed her.

Or run? Then Jake remembered Survival Rule #4. [In this world, even common monsters are tough. But every kill drops rich rewards.] With that thought, Jake gritted his teeth and reached for his waist. The hatchet-gun was tucked there—the weapon he'd traded Universal Fuel for earlier. [Name: Hatchet-Gun] [Type: Weapon] [Quality: Common] [Ammo: 3/9] [Description: Melee slashing or ranged shooting. Downside: Massive recoil.] Jake gripped the hatchet-gun's handle. The cold metal against his palm steadied him somewhat.

Smith and Sophia shouted chorusly when he pointed the gun at Justin who was unconscious. Alex closed his eyes and waited for his turn. The end has finally come, he knew it would come one day, only he didn't know it would come this early to him.

The journey to her cottage took them along winding roads flanked by towering trees, their branches reaching out like ancient sentinels guarding the secrets of the wilderness. From the confines of his car, Damon observed Aqua's quaint abode—a small cottage nestled at the edge of town. The cottage stood as a solitary figure amidst a lush landscape, surrounded by a canopy of ancient trees that seemed to whisper secrets in the wind. Its timeworn exterior, adorned with ivy and climbing roses, exuded a rustic charm that spoke of simpler times.

Hunter said and continued. "You know we had one more member in our gang. Her name was Sarah. She was like our family. The girl was in love with Rasmus. When she turns 18 she found out Rasmus was her mate but then everything stopped during the rogue attack, and she was killed. She was like a sister to me. I loved her as much as I loved Aurora and Angela. But she left us. It broke us apart but Moon Goddess sent Catherine and she named her baby Sarah," Hunter rasped. His eyes were misty.