Irv Hacksaw Ridge Novels & Stories

Only the near-silent crunch of dirt and branches beneath feet. Hours could have passed for all I knew, but I continued to keep still and quiet. I had pulled the knife from my stomach some time ago and wiped the mud from my stomach so that it could heal. One of the perks to playing Iridian that I hadn’t noticed—your pain tolerance goes up rather quickly.

Orders came next. Hugh showed up right away. Taking deep breaths. Before he spoke, they could tell everything by his expression. Savannah questioned, "What happened?" Hugh gave Grayson a direct look, then responded. "Black Ridge." Right there, every muscle in Grayson's body was locked. "What about it?" Hugh took a swallow. "A scout just arrived." There was a long period of silence. Hugh then spoke the words. "Hollow Fangs were spotted less than ten miles from your border."

"He said the real hunt begins in ten minutes. Today, we newly bloomed would have our first feast. He says the rogues are coming to attack us too" "Not going as planned then. They won't even agree to the alliance, why are they being difficult?" Suddenly her father surfaced from the bushes, the whole pack of wolves with him as per the division in the plans. The Vampires were striking from the exit of the haunted forest while the zombies couldn't be brought because of the sunlight. They weren't that lucky like the vampires who survive with a sacred necklace that aids there free walk under sun. "Dad, what do we do about the rogues? They are our opposites and very deadly. We should probably call

The Ridge was reacting to the storm. The Hermit’s Trial From the shadows of a higher cave, an old man emerged. He was dressed in furs and held a staff tipped with a glowing Vance-Global sensor. This was the Hermit of the Ridge, a former lead scientist from the Ark who had chosen exile over the "Consensus." "The Ridge demands a sacrifice to settle the static," the Hermit croaked, his eyes milky with cataracts. "The indigo is hungry. One of you stays to ground the charge, or the ledge collapses and the boy goes with it."

I asked, and he glanced at me for a second with a smile on his lips. "We are just leaving Denver," he said, and I looked at the large signboard that said "Goodbye Denver, Colorado. Welcome to Evergreen, CO." "Evergreen," I whispered the name, and Jack chuckled. This was the first time I would ever leave Auburn, and honestly, I was kind of excited about it. It wasn't long before we pulled up at a gate. It opened, and Jack drove in, and I gasped at the mansion. "You're rich," I whispered, and he chuckled. "My parents are rich," he said as he pulled up at the driveway.

I caught it before it slipped and glanced down at the screen. Pack Security System – Priority Alert – Rogue incident confirmed, east ridge clearing, 09:47 AM. Victim: male, Beta, second year. Currently en route to medical. The site shows signs of a directed approach. Perimeter breach at eastern maintenance fence. Investigating officer notes: symbolic marking found at the site. Same classification as the North Ridge incident. Escalation confirmed. I read it twice. East ridge clearing. Not the north path this time. The east ridge, which sat exactly forty meters from the building I was standing in. Forty meters of open ground and a maintenance fence that had apparently just been cut.

My eyes swept the edge of the dirt path ahead. Just past the ancient stone marker that denoted Ironridge’s inner perimeter, the terrain dipped sharply into a jagged, treacherous ravine. The slope was choked with wild, ancient blackthorn—heavy, twisting brambles armed with three-inch wooden spikes, thick as iron nails and sharp enough to tear through raw hide. THERE. My heart didn't leap in fear. It beat with a smooth, icy precision.

She didn't need to open the casing to feel the rhythmic, aggressive vibration of the watch. Twenty hours and fifty minutes remaining. The countdown was remorseless. The Vanguard Directive was closing every exit from the Haryana border, and the ancestral foundry in New Delhi felt a thousand miles away. They reached the front of the train, just behind the massive, idling diesel locomotive. Branching off to the far right, hidden behind a dense wall of thorny babool trees, was a single, heavily rusted iron rail that turned sharply away from the main commercial corridor. The Iron Ridge spur.

~Tyra’s Point of View~ Obviously this wouldn’t be my first time being intimate but the anticipation sure made it seem like it. Reba was practically falling over herself trying to chase him down. We came through some brush and I heard the sound of water faintly trickling. It was easy to track Ridge between his scent and the blood on him, which simultaneously made me weak with desire but also disgusted. I didn’t like my mate being hurt and I was desperate to fix his wounds.

a voice rasped. It wasn't a human voice. It was a mechanical, harmonic vibration that shook the very foundations of the smelting vats. The Iron Hook sat behind a desk fashioned from the jagged, turbine-blade wreckage of a downed Council drone. His entire right side was a forest of pneumatic hydraulics, his shoulder an exposed nest of copper wiring that hissed rhythmically, keeping time with the city’s heart. He was the monopoly of Iron Ridge, a man who had traded his marrow for a seat at the table of scavengers.