Hatchet Summary Novelas e Histórias

As she was desperate to fill herself up. He barked and roared followed by everyone. The word was spread in the pack that she and his dad planned everything to poison the Alpha, which was luckily taken by Luna to save the Alpha. It added to the love, respect and loyalty towards their Luna. Everyone was anticipating what he had planned. Swift walked to stand at her back. He looked at the throne for one more time as in asking for permission. Alpha Michael, Luna Jane and Alpha Blaze. They all subtly nodded their heads. And in a blink her head was chopped off, tossed in the fire. Followed by her father, who witnessed it with eyes wide open.

J lifted the hatchet effortlessly, and in one full swing, the peerless weapon hacked the whole part into two. Zap! The head rolled on the ground in one clean move. Blood gushed out like a water fountain, drizzling its surrounding in the ominous, crimson color. Some stained the tree's bark, and some even stained J's clothes. However, the man ignored it. His gazes were on the gruesome scene in front of his eyes. The thick liquid pooling under the unmoving body created a blood puddle. And the churning smell slowly permeated the air. J knelt with one knee down on the ground beside the corpse. He put away his hatchet and fished out a small pen from his pocket.

The whole venue went silent, and only his cries echoed. "I'm sorry. I made you suffer. It was that wretched Chloe who got her brother to release those wasps that killed you. I swear I'll get justice for you..." Everyone on-site and in the live stream was shocked to learn these people had been murdered. Viewership soared as people flocked in for the drama. In the chat, users were buzzing with discussion. "So there's a criminal case involved?" "I saw him and his wife at the courthouse when they got divorced. Then why did he think it was his wife's family who got killed if it was actually his?"

The hydra turned its attention to us. When it focused on Meredith, Hakeem jumped in front of her, slashing at its open maw. But the beast’s saliva hit him, burning through his shirt and skin like acid. Hakeem’s scream of agony and Meredith’s cry of his name will haunt my nightmares. “Tesoro!” I screamed. With strength I didn’t know I had, I yanked the half-severed head from the hydra’s neck and hurled it aside. I leapt from the beast’s body to scoop Hakeem up.

She grinned despite herself, that quick grin she had to hide at business tables. Marco opened the equipment closet and pulled out a hatchet. “We don’t keep axes in the sedan,” he said dryly, “but since you asked.” It fit his hand like a memory. “Grip at the end. Don’t muscle it. Let the weight do the work. Think of it as a heavy letter to an old friend.” He threw; the hatchet spun once and kissed the board, burying to the cheek. Some primitive part of the hindbrain purred. Sasha tried. The first throw sailed wide with theatrical insult. The second hit flat. The third stuck shallow. The fourth buried with a thunk that traveled up her bones. She made a noise she didn’t recognize—a small, delig

Daren yells while grabbing his newly opened wound. "I'm not done yet." She says to Daren as she grabs his arm. She brings the hatchet down on his arm, attempting to chop it off in one swing. The bone is too tough. She pulls the hatchet out and takes another swing. This time, chopping his arm off at the elbow. His screams fill the entire forrest, too horrific for it to be described into words. But this isn't enough for her. She hits him in the abdomen several times with the dull end, breaking several of his ribs.

The pain made him hold his leg and roll on the ground with a scream. The remaining two hatchet men felt a chill in their hearts and a trace of fear when they saw their companions end up like this. Zhou Tian did not show any mercy at all. He gave a hard blow to the cheek of a hatchet man. With a bang, half of the man's teeth and jaw were smashed. This was already a very serious injury. How could the hatchet man bear it? He squatted down and started to cry. The remaining hatchet man's heart was cold, and he was the only one left. His three companions were either unconscious or seriously injured. It could be imagined that his ending would not be much better.

They managed to cut him off as he and Malachai readied themselves to fight. The Outsider engaging Delmar was not wielding any sword or bladed weapon. Instead, he attacked Delmar with a long, rusty shovel. With a sharp cry, he swung the shovel at Delmar’s head. Delmar managed to duck in time to feel the wind of the shovel as it passed over his head. By the time he regained his stance, the Outsider turned himself around and jabbed at Delmar’s stomach with the other end of the rusty tool. Delmar grunted and mistakenly dropped his weapons again. The jab knocked him back a few steps, but Delmar managed to snatch hold of the shovel’s handle. He pulled his opponent toward him and the two of them be