And My Axe Novels & Stories

Of course I will talk back to him, I talk back to anyone who crosses me and thinks they can step on me, I don't give a shit who they are or which family they came from. I raised an eyebrow still looking directly into his eyes "Axel Wolfe the jerk who thinks he can step on anyone and get away with it" I stated glaring back at him, "I always do Scarlett, I always get away with it" he whispered his voice low and edged with something dark.

Thump. I feel the transfer of power and the searing pain of the pack bond breaking. I howl in excruciating pain. But I do as my father said. My eyes don’t leave the piece of cowardly trash. The grey wolf is getting back to his feet and the wolf that killed my mother is at his side. Both Maddox and I are ready for this fight, the rage within me will give me all the energy and power I need to end this.

Max said truthfully, taking out a pack of cigarette, but Mia snatched the pack away from him. "You dare to smoke in front of me?!" Mia yelled. "Babygirl, we have strong lungs." Blaze cooed. "Could you please not call your mate babygirl? I'm sorry but it bothers me." Jayla asked with anxiety, she was about to have a mini anxiety attack. You need guts to tell him something that you don't to hear or see. "Why not?" He asked curiously. Jayla widened her eyes, clearing her throat. "Because—" "She thinks you are Massimo from 365 days, damn baby didn't know you watched that kind of movie." Max chuckled interrupted up, he picked her up to put her in his lap, she squealed and hides her blushing face

he grinned but I didn’t answer, “You know Groban, those things need to be broken in like the animals they are, if you need a hand I could always show you how,” his grin grew wider. Staring up at him I finally lowered the axe to the stump, even though we were brothers Dax and I looked nothing alike, same father different mothers. Dax had blonde hair that hung down his face, he was scrawnier than me and his whole demeanor on treating woman like animals pissed me off more than it should have I guess. Taking a deep breath I just shook my head at him,

"I am too old to be doing your work. Maybe you can explain to me the point of all this." Wound gestured to the words floating in the air. Collect a thousand wooden planks. "Collect? My ass. Here." Wound shoved an axe in Jinx's hands. "It's enchanted. It chops wood and also breaks rocks. Don't ask how I discovered that. But watch out for scorpions." "Scorpions?" Jinx looked at the axe in his paws and shook his head. "I am horribly out of practice chopping wood." He looked around for what he was supposed to be chopping, but there wasn't anything obvious.

He may be my friend, but I've always thought he's got murderous vibes. "Bly!" I shout his name. He doesn't seem to hear me as I get closer, and that's when I realize he's got wireless in-ear headphones in. I won't risk approaching him from behind while he's wielding that fucking axe, so instead I walk around the front and wave my arms to get his attention. As he swings for the next chop, he stops mid-swing when he sees me and drops the axe into the log he was splitting. He reaches up and pulls out his headphones. "How long have you been standing there?"

ROB I swung the ax over my head and brought it down hard. The sharp crack of splitting wood ripped through the crisp night air, echoing off the trees surrounding my cabin. My arms burned, muscles flexing as I grabbed another log, set it on the stump, and swung again. Sweat slicked my skin despite the cool bite of the wind, my shirt long discarded in the dirt. Out here, it was just me, the ax, and the ghosts that never fucking left me alone.

“I’ll overcome this. I must. For everyone sake. Opening my eyes, my grip on the axe was firm. I raised it, My movements fluid and precise, and threw it with all the strength I could muster. The axe struck the target with a resounding thunk, burying itself deep into the wood. “Bulls eye.” I abruptly said.

Lifting the axe up I bring it down and kill him, the axe cleaving through with ease. The others look at me, shouting in fear as I go to the next one. Kicking another down I offer the same but he doesn't take it. Lifting the axe again I slam it down into his skull and kill him. I go to the third guy, I offer and he stays quiet. Lifting it up I start to bring it down when he screams. "I'LL TALK! I'LL TALK!" He screams in fear. My axe lands right beside his head, taking a little bit of flesh off his cheek.

He was shot. A choked sound escapes my throat. My fear for Mabel instantly redirects, focusing solely on him. "Aaron!" I gasp, my voice thick with terror. He takes a deep, controlled breath, his gaze meeting mine. His eyes are intense, but calm. Then he looks at Drew, a silent communication passing between them. Drew’s amusement vanishes, replaced by a terrifying fury. His hand dips into his back pocket, emerging with a small, gleam of silver – a meticulously crafted axe, no bigger than his palm. It looks impossibly sharp. Aaron’s voice is low, steady, a counterpoint to Drew’s simmering rage.