Hatchet Summary Novels & Stories

My claws ripped through his neck deep enough that his wound was fatal. The second man took my split-second distraction and kicked my side hard enough to crack something. That was the only shot he would ever get, so I hoped it was good enough to die for. I whirled around quickly, my claws and hand shoving into his chest with precision I had never known before. My hand ripped his heart right out and threw it at his falling body.

My retaliation was a public humiliation in front of the entire university that Gary could not simply ignore. The game of humiliation he had carefully planned had turned into a public judgment of him and his lackeys. It broke the last of his restraint and made him go mad. He dropped the civility and stopped testing the waters. That night, the app posted an unprecedented "Ultimate Hunting" Quest. The title was crimson red. [Ultimate Hunting Quest. Capture Sinead alive and take her to the abandoned classroom building in the north.]

Wanting to end the fight and get his reward from Lord Alwyn, Archer, with his sword positioned to kill, dived straight into the serpent's heart. He made sure the attack didn't kill the beast by just cutting its heart halfway, making it whimper in pain as its body started to get paralyzed. Tired of the serpent's bleating, Archer inserted his hand inside its wounded chest and squeezed its heart until it burst in his palm. "Damn, that feels good." Feeling the absolute contentment rushing through his veins, he cut the three heads of the beast and put them inside his sack. He needs them as proof before claiming his coins.

But then again, if it wasn't his plan, at least we were going to be secure if there was going to be another raid. The more I thought about the raid, the more memories of the last one plagued me. Parents lose their children. Children lose their parents, their brothers and sisters, and other relatives whom they hold very dear to them. There were also my parents and siblings, whom I had come out here to forget, but the more I gazed at tired-looking warriors, the more I got angry. And then there was Hannah. She had everything taken away from her—her pack, her parents, her mother. She had gone through a lot since the day she was born.

“Ya going to do the nasty!” Alex stared at the now-closed door. “How is he 23?” I shrugged, sometimes I wondered that myself. Despite his age, he behaved like he was 13. “So anyway.” I started when Alex interrupted. “Oh we found out about Athena’s hit and run.” I gasped in surprise. “Really? Wow, that’s great. Who was it?” “We don’t have a complete identity but it was someone from her hometown – Ottawa.” I frowned not expecting that. “So it isn’t related to our hacking case or Ray?”

Knowing this may be my only chance, I nod my head and jump ahead. "Someone intentionally did this to Tomás." I say, catching Hunter's attention. However, I had misjudged him, and instead of waiting to hear what happened, he immediately rushed me, throwing my body against the wall as he held me by my throat. "Explain." Hunter grits out. "Tomás' Brio was compromised. It was hacked." "WHAT?!" Hunter shouts, letting me go, and dropping me to the ground. I shift onto my knees to look up at him.

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 seems even an old dog can learn new tricks. I had been trying to spot anyone out the front windows when I heard him shouting. “Oh, SHIT! GET DOWN!!” The Hunter called from the kitchen. “What’s going on?” I questioned, starting to head to the back of the house, but it was too late. I could smell the burning gasoline and hear the clanging sound of something bouncing down the chimney. Fuck! I couldn’t move fast enough as the grenade landed, blasting me back into a wall. Someone is going to pay for that. “THAT MOTHER FUCKER!” I cursed, coughing as I shoved debris away.

I didn’t think I’d be able to tell her the rest past the unexpected lump in my throat. My wife kept reading. I knew the moment she saw it when she turned absolutely white. “S-Sam?” “It looks like Hank, Mom, and Sam are dead, sweetheart,” I croaked. I tried to clear my throat, but it didn’t work. “Oh God.” The laptop slid from her fingers, and I just barely managed to catch it before it hit the decking. “What does that make now?” “Well, with what happened at the farm, and Jake, the cops, our f-family, and then there’s a mention in there about a wanted assassin they were traveling with named Hoot. The body count is rising,” I said softly.

First one way, then the other. One…Two…Three. The stranger drew a small hatchet from his waist band and brandished it over his head. Perfect. There was a universal gasp throughout the alehouse. All knew what was to come. Savage caught his wrist and stepped under his arm. Moving next to him as he brought the hatchet inward and down. So, the man’s own blade pierced down the center of his stomach. He squealed in objection. Flailing and trying to fight.