And My Axe Novels & Stories

The weapon, an actual, honest-to-goddess axe, is sticking out of me like I’m some kind of target dummy, and I’m very much not dead. My heart slams in my chest as I turn, ripping the axe free without a second thought, and I scan the room. It’s deserted, or at least appears to be. Whoever did this wanted it clean and quick, and they’ve either bailed or are watching from the shadows, waiting to see if they succeeded in sending the Luna of the pack to an early grave. I snarl, hefting the axe in my hand, its weight familiar and oddly comforting. “That the best you’ve got?” I call out, my voice echoing off the walls. No answer, just the distant hum of the overhead lights. Typical.

I needed to go back there and fight instead of running like a coward. Who cares if I fucking die? As long as I took that bitch down with me. My legs stopped moving as I spotted something. It was an axe. Half-buried in the dirt by an old storage shed near the cliffside. Rusted, probably forgotten. Perfect. I tested its weight in my hands, blood still drying under my nails. Not balanced, but heavy. It would do. I was going to defeat her in the only way I was good at. I turned back to the cave.

He is always so quick to remind me of what a mistake I am. “Chop this wood,” he gestures to the pile of logs and the thick, heavy axe that is nearly the same size as me. “I’m going to have a word with your mother.” as soon as I hear the door close, I rush for the first log. It’s awkward and difficult to hold as I struggle to bring it to the block, the rough edges scrapping along my skin. Next, I grab the axe. The silver blade is sharp, the metal gleaming in the light even the faintest of touches with my finger causes the skin to spilt as my blood to spill on the ground.

But I wasn’t, and I was about to prove it. I reached behind me and pulled an axe from a secret pocket hidden in my clothes. It was light and comfortable. It has a dark silver blade coated in a shimmering covering of diamonds. The silver handle had two golden wires intertwining, yet leaving enough space between each twirl for my hand to fit in. "You sure are pretty!" He slurred. Great, he was drunk!

Axel is still my mate. Axel is still my mate!

Alpha Xavier's POV I smirked in satisfaction as I watched the man in front of me grunting in agony as the hot blazing rod was placed on his back, searing his skin with blood sizzling out. His wife and two children were all tied to a chair each, gagged as they stared at their tortured father. No one dares challenge me and get away with it; I'm the devil himself, the most powerful. This man tried running away from this pack with his family. The punishment for that is always death. "Dad, why don't you just let me skin him alive instead!" My son, Xander, who seemed to have been lost in thought all this time, finally spoke out with a frown.

I was completely out of my mind and nothing came in my mind except chopping this man into little pieces and feed it to a dog until his each body cell rots in it's stomach. I had to save my mother. I immediately ran to the lawn and started finding something, with which I can kill him. Nothing caught my eye except an axe which was resting with the pomegranate tree, only tree I had in my lawn, planted by my mother when I was little. I almost ran to pick it up and headed straight inside. I ran with the heaviest steps in my life and raised the axe above my head and hit him straight in the head, while I growled.

I make sure all windows in the room are closed before I head into the closet to change into something comfortable. Walking in, I rummaged through my clothes, pushing the hangers left and right, as I pushed the last hanger to the left, my eyes widened and my breath froze in shock at what I saw. Right there, among my shirts and trousers, is an axe, not just any axe but a blade glistened ominous axe with droplets of blood staining its sharp edge. My mind raced a mile a minute as my heart seized with fear. It was the same axe from my nightmare.

Creed shrugged looking over to me “ Are you sure there isn’t another way? I’m sorry Char but I don’t want to see you getting hurt because that idiot Henry doesn’t know anything about being in the woods” Creed said annoyed with the whole situation “ I know how to survive in the woods. I've done it for years. Please don’t worry about me.” I said with a mouth full of muffin making Alex smile and shake his head. “ She's right, she should be fine but we need to get her set up with the equipment before bringing him up from his cell.” Alex said standing up from his chair

"You've caused so much trouble for all of us because of your stubbornness! The headmaster is mad, and we are all going to suffer!” Samuel, his voice laced with bitterness, chimed in, "Do you think your mother is ever coming back for you? She abandoned you, Axe! Face the reality!" The words echoed in the air, mingling with the painful cries that escaped Axe's lips. Each blow felt like a dagger to his heart, but he couldn't bring himself to fight back. He could only whimper, his tears mixing with the dirt on his face. Yet, even through the pain, Axe's voice trembled, his cries becoming desperate pleas. "She will come back! She promised me! She'll come back, I know she will!"