Hatchet นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The shock wave hurled me to the ground, causing the world to spin for a moment. I sat up and saw black smoke emitting into the air. Getting on my feet again, I saw two other hunters appeared. They drew out their shining hatchets and curved blades from their backs. One of them threw a hatchet at me. I did a back-flip, missing the weapon barely an inch. The other lunged forward, but I welcomed him with a kick to the chest. He went airborne and broke through a window shop.

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

And then Blaze made sure Swift would only whimper, moan, scream and plead for more all night. ******** Tabby

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.

The tip of her black heel pressed down upon it. Then crushed. The core chip shattered together with the reinforced shell. The aide stared. Speechless. Even the pain from his torn scalp vanished from his awareness. “Close your mouth.” Her tone remained calm. “Since when do two pieces of scrap metal get to decide the fate of something I keep in my house?” She turned. One hand overturned a nearby equipment rack. Metal crashed across the floor. From the pile, she dragged out a military-grade hydraulic cutter weighing over a hundred pounds. The jaws locked onto the lowest support axle of the lead door's locking mechanism.

Warehouse shadows danced feral, Hudson wind moaning through cracked walls, carrying the rot of forgotten slaughter. "Password, Whitaker," he snarled, gravel bass grinding like broken Glass, thumb twisting the pliers for emphasis. Pressure ratcheted, nail lifting at the edge, blood welling hot. "USBs are locked tighter than your legs. Spill, or I peel 'em one by one till you sing." Hazel eyes blazed defiance through tears of pure agony, South Side steel forged in worse fires refusing to crack. "Fuck you, Harlan. Kenji's already sold me out. Take your pound of flesh—won't change the feds circling your corpse."

Vanadine said in a kind voice, reaching inside his coat. The machete he had taken from Tommy’s house was about two feet in length and had a grey patina on the blade where it had begun to tarnish. Straight but with the tip widening to provide extra weight, the thing was well balanced and whistled through the air, burying itself in the elf’s neck to half the thickness of the blade.

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.

Hunter Pov Maingat na inilapag ko sa ibabaw ng kama ang walang malay na si Zeph. Nawalan siya ng malay hindi dahil sa takot sa kanyang pagkakahulog mula sa mataas na puno kundi dahil sa tuklaw ng ahas na Venomous. Ang ahas na iyon ang bantay sa prutas ng amanpulo. Naiiba ang ahas na ito dahil masyadong mahaba at mabilis itong kumilos. Nakita ni Zeph ang mahabang dila ng ahas ngunit natitiyak ko na hindi niya nakita at naramdaman na tinuklaw siya nito. Isa pa iyon sa katangian ng ahas na Venomous. Sa sobrang bilis ng galaw nito ay hindi nararamdaman ng tao na nakagat na pala ito ng ahas. Masyadong makamandag ang ahas na ito. Ngunit mabuti na lamang na ang juice ng prutas na amanpulo ay antido