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."

She gritted her teeth, her hands shining brighter as she reached for the link. The Ravager howled, the sound echoing through the stadium and making the banished dogs flinch. “What’s she doing?” one of them whispered. “Whatever it is, it’s working,” another answered, their voice filled with awe. Aiden let out a pained yelp as the Ravager’s claws cut his side, sending him falling. “Aiden!” Iris’s eyes snapped open, fear filling her voice. “I’m fine!” he barked, pushing himself to his feet despite the blood dripping from his cuts. “Just keep going!”

Iron Crest was aggressive, known for expanding territory through force and broken alliances. Rowan’s gaze slid past Damian and landed on her. Interest flared openly in his eyes. “Well,” Rowan said smoothly. “I see you have picked up something valuable.” Damian turned slightly, placing himself between Rowan and Ariana without touching her. His voice remained calm, but the warning underneath it was unmistakable. “You are not welcome here.” Rowan chuckled. “Relax. I came because I heard the news. A lone wolf crossed into Black Ridge territory today. A rejected one, if rumors are true.”

"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.

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.