And My Axe Novels & Stories

I questioned, altering my wording. We exited through the gate and started walking along the dark road. I'm relieved to have my guard with me. However, I can't help but wonder why Austin never leaves our pack house without guards. He claims it's for our protection, but I know it's a lie. He harmed me himself; there's no need for anyone else to do it.

They both know that they shouldn't be out here, but the temptation is too strong to resist. “Gosh! You scared the hell out of me” "But let's go anyways," she says, taking his hand. They set off into the woods, following the map. They climb over fallen logs and wade through streams, and finally, they reach a small clearing. In the center of the clearing, they find a large stone slab with strange markings on it. Emiliana's curiosity is piqued, and she starts examining the markings, trying to decipher them. Jace looks around the clearing, his eyes scanning the surroundings.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw something that made my blood run cold and my heart skip a beat. Beth was reaching for something. The axe. With shaky hands, Beth gripped the handle, her eyes burning with a new kind of fury—an anger born of loss and desperation. She swung the axe with all the strength she could muster, the blade cutting through the air with a whoosh. The witch didn’t even have time to react.

Carl spat in anger and hatred at my face. “Leave her to me.” Axel said. He was dressed in a black training outfit, and I couldn't tell where he came from, deep in the forest or from his tent. He took a dagger that was strapped to his boot and pointed it at me. His dagger was made of pure silver; it shone under the sun with its dangerous intent to kill. “This stubbornness of yours is only going to lead you to an early grave.” Axel roughly pulled me inside his tent.

I had parents who loved me and plenty more life to live. “Mr. Rockwell, I have no grudge against you. We’re both victims of that wretch, Vera. You don’t have to do this-” “Shut up! Don’t you dare badmouth her!” He drove the dagger an inch closer, cutting my skin and drawing a trickle of bright red blood. I felt a sharp pain shoot through my body.

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.

So why did he bother to do that. “Now let’s see where you can run off to” Aiden smirked and recalled his weapon deck. His large battle axe returned to its ring form and became a spectator. Since he and the zombie were so close to each other, the axe would not be an effective weapon anymore. His fists would be sufficient for the rest.

Give me your other hand. Reaching... Snatching for the flailing arm... If I can grab his wrist... And the long, long shriek as he falls... A length of time only measured in heartbeats... My own heart pumps too. I wipe sweat from my forehead, then I swing, raising the axe in a long arc to come down over my target. The blade slams in and with a Clop! the block of pine splits neatly, the two halves dropping one way and the other from my pine-stump anvil.

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.