Hatchet The Novel Novels & Stories

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.]

If only it worked that way. As my consciousness faded, my soul felt yanked back—to that Halloween night that changed everything. Lights strung like jack-o'-lanterns, crowds surging like a river. I was gripping my little brother Matthew Duncan's hand—warm and soft—terrified that if I let go for even a second, the tide of people would swallow him up. But in the blink of an eye, a puppet-maker's stall caught his eye. He pointed at a fierce general figurine, bouncing with excitement. "Eli! I want that one! The general!"

On the day I got married, my father-in-law personally fastened an obsidian bead bracelet around my wrist. He looked at me and said, "Moses, from today on, you're one of the family. I'll treat you like my own." I had grown up in an orphanage and had never truly had a family of my own. Because of those words alone, I willingly married into the Zeigler family and wore that bracelet for six straight years. Even after it rubbed my wrist raw—leaving it swollen, ulcerated, and oozing with pus—I still could not bear to take it off. Everything changed the day I stopped by my childhood friend's antique and jewelry appraisal studio for a small get-together. The moment he saw my wrist, he turned grim

The man saw darkness in front of his eyes before passing out. The rest of the Hatchet Gang, who were used to their lavish lifestyle and constant arrogance, had no chance against Aiden. Riley froze again. She wanted to say something, but she wouldn’t dare utter a single word. She couldn’t believe a single man was able to deal with so many people from the Hatchet Gang with just a single rifle. At this point, he was basically invincible! Harvey’s subordinate really was impressive… Riley wanted to insult Aiden for having a rifle with 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.

This isn’t the best time to yack up his breakfast of bourbon and scrambled eggs. Voices again drift from below, fading in and out like a radio station not in tune. “ . . . this is great . . . we’re gonna be friggin rich . . . ” Cold desperation puckers his skin. There’s not much time left. He has to move. He stuffs the flashlight and paper back into his pocket and snatches the hatchet from his belt. He then descends, trying very hard to ignore the swirling nothingness all around. ***

In his large fist he wielded the Sauk war hatchet, one of its two hawk feathers intact. Tommy spun in shock as the bare-chested Salt slashed crossways twice with the small ax, forehanded and back. The blade caught flesh and Tommy cried out. Something went flying from his hand into the shadows. Then Salt was driving his prey to the ground, triumphant, rearing back with his razored hatchet high—

Fuck my planning, fucking the research, the time is now. An array of tools hung from hooks on the wall to my right. I scanned the items slowly, a few rakes, a pickaxe, a couple of crowbars, and some axes. My eyes landed on a hatchet, the blade glinting from the dim light on the roof. It's no Sai blade, but it’ll still get the job done. I took the axe from the hook and tossed it up in front of me. The handle spun in a full three-sixty before landing in my hand again. I sucked my teeth and nodded my head with a newfound sense of determination. Clutching the bloodied pole in one hand and the hatchet in the other, I rolled my shoulders back and sauntered out of the shed.

Nothing could be recovered. Lillie arrived at Slaughter Hill to find her house had burned to the ground. She ran to the neighbors’ house in tears. Everything she worked for all her life was gone. It devastated her at what happened to her. She talked to the neighbor and was informed that Jennifer was seen spreading something over her porch minutes before it caught on fire. Lillie was devastated and reported to the police what she had discovered. She then called Paul. Paul invited Lillie to live with him until she could have a house built. The Fire Marshall investigated the burning of Lillie’s house. Jennifer was found guilty of arson and sentenced to prison. Months later, Lillie and Paul were

“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?”