And My Axe Novels & Stories

“In a week you’ll be on your two feet, I’m glad that you’re awake and this would help your healing faster I’ll check on the cut regularly so it doesn’t get infected.” “Get me that axe,” I asked for the axe that I used to take down many men and even kill Alpha Ambrose, he deserved to die after all he did to me. “What axe?” “The axe I used to take down everyone including Alpha Ambrose” I divulged wearing a smile on my face. “It should be in the art gallery I guess that’s where you keep your valuables, where you look at it. It’s still filled with the blood of your enemies.” “Don’t let anyone wash that axe, it’s going to be mine forever” I conceded to his words as he stared at me for a while.

The blade goes over my skin, drawing blood, but I barely feel it as I look into Leo’s gorgeous amber eyes. “BEAST!!! THEY’RE COMING!!!” Axe comes barreling through the woods, covered in blood.

My blood ran cold. I sprinted in just as one of them lunged for her. There was no time to think, no hesitation. My hands were steady as I swung the axe, the blade sinking deep into his neck with a sickening crunch. Blood sprayed in an arc, splattering across the walls, the floor—me. His body crumpled, twitching, but I didn't stop. I wrenched the axe free and swung again, this time caving in his face. The thud of his body hitting the floor barely registered.

Their voices echo in my head, discussing how to sever something, while I struggle to regain control over my limbs and open my eyes. "Get the axe," one of the voices commands. What! They're coming for me. Nira, wake up! We're about to die again! Nira! Nira! And then I jolted up, as if struck by lightning, only to be met with a sharp pain in my abdomen. Two men with slender builds stood before me. One was holding an axe, while the other had a piece of wood. My heart raced, and fear washed over me as they began to approach.

His chest pressed my back, his whole six feet height engulfing little ole me like a blanket as his hands found mine then he pulled the axe out of the wood just like the mythological King Arthur did with the Excalibur that was stuck in the stone. Show off. “Let go of the axe, Mia”, his voice hit me from behind and I didn’t let go of the damn thing as I glanced at where our hands were intertwined neither of us willing to back down. “Teach me how to use it” “No”, angry and scary, he retorted. “Why? Because I’m a woman?” “Don’t pull that feminist bullshit on me. You are not old enough to wield any weapon let alone an axe” “I’m twenty-four!”

His strong hands gripped the axe, fingers wrapping around the worn wooden handle. With measured precision, he selected a tree that was sturdy and well-seasoned. It stood tall, its branches reaching for the sky, a silent sentinel of the forest. As Nelson approached, he felt a connection with the tree, an unspoken understanding of the cycle of life and nature. Positioning himself carefully, he raised the axe high above his head, muscles rippling with effort. Time seemed to slow as he brought the axe down, the sharp blade meeting the wood with a resounding thud. A shower of wood chips erupted, carrying with them the earthy scent of freshly cut timber.

It gave off enormous heat, though the sweat that beaded on my brow was more from anxieties than the temperature, as I remembered how it had felt when it scorched my palm. How in the heartbeat I’d held it, the crimson fire had surrounded my hand as though it planned to consume me. As though Thor himself wished to punish me for carrying a weapon never meant for my hands. Yet my curiosity was greater than my terror, and I bent closer, squinting against the brilliance. Beneath the flickers of fire, the axe itself appeared to be constructed from translucent glass with designs engraved along the blade and haft. Realizing the maids were watching, I pushed kindling on top of the axe. The wood immedi

" Why did you send the drink? You thought I would not drink it? I don't like wasting precious things. But useless things like you that are sent to die, I love to," " You seem so confident that you won't die by my hands. Or are you masking your fear with confidence?" "Well, how about we let my axe decide that? I don't..." " You talk too much," I said and attacked him first. Swinging a punch at his face. Black Axe stepped back and also swung his axe towards me. I was quick to dodge. I ran into the Alley's wall and landed a kick on Black Axe's face. Black Axe staggered back for a while but quickly regained his composure.

that Pierre was showing me, just a triangle of black cloth held by three strips. The thing looked like a tiny loincloth. “And how is that used?” as much as I saw whatever Pierre was teaching me, I still didn't understand where it would be put. "The hell I'll tell you,” Alex growled, letting go of me for the first time since we arrived. "I'm going to kill him." Stunned, I saw how Alex began to chase Pierre around the store, while amused, he dodged with whatever he had shown me still in his hand.

He felt her anger from yards away, and he couldn't even be sorry for it because he hated the thought of her with another guy. She turned on her heel and marched over to her friend, who glanced in Alex's direction. He didn't care if she was pissed or if her friend didn't like him. ********************** The crowd clapped once Cash finished his speech. The football players all left the stage for a steak dinner in the cafeteria before their game the next day. Alex was dying for a steak. His diet mostly consisted of meat being a werewolf, and nothing tasted better than a juicy steak. While Coach Bear started a pep talk, Axel gazed over the cafeteria at all the students eating. He couldn't stop t