And My Axe Novels & Stories

I position the axe head near his ankle, his face draining of color. “I just wanted her to shut up.” He pleads. “So you stomped her ankle?” “I wasn’t thinking straight. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” “Well, you should have,” I raise the axe and bring it down with brutal force against his ankle, chopping it right off his leg. By the time I’m done with him, I’m soaked in blood. I walk back to the table with tools and drop the bloodied axe. Grab a towel next and clean my hands off.

I muttered under my breath as I rifled through the safe in the storage room, grabbing a sword. Usually, our wolves were our strongest weapons, but without that option, I’d have to rely on my skills with a blade. I just prayed it wouldn’t end in my death; I couldn’t leave Kegan behind. “I need to talk to my mate real quick,” Axel called out as she turned away, and I ran outside to face the battle.

"The master commands the territory now! Give us the hollow shell of the prince, or burn inside this tomb!" I raised my right axe, my fingers tightening around the leather-wrapped hilt, and drove the heavy iron blade straight down through the broken timber panel, severing the creature's clawed fingers in one clean, brutal stroke. A thick spray of hissing, molten lava splattered across my leather pauldrons, but I didn't drop my stance.

They did not even say a word as they dashed over with their sticks, embodying the quiet-but-deadly vibe. “All right, that’s it for now then. We’ll have a good chat when I see you back at home. I’ll be going now.” With a pat on Javier’s shoulder, Mackenzie opened the car door and got out. Nobody saw him raise his arm but the brush that was perched on his ear was now in his hand. Its handle was red whilst its bristles were snow white. It looked like a brush of good quality. When Mackenzie flicked it, however, the bristles separated to reveal a sharp blade in the center…

I look up at Axle who is looking at me very amused and says, “you ‘dabble’ huh?” “Mhm,” I say, still smirking, finding myself momentarily mesmerized by his emerald eyes. I quickly tear my eyes away from his and focus back on the game. Well, I attempt to anyway. His presence beside me is suddenly very distracting. Ethan and Jameson each sink one, but both in different cups. I down mine and put it off to the side. “Rearrange?” I ask Axle. “Sure. You pick.” “Alright, play button,” I tell Jameson and he fixes the cups.

Angel tried to make a statement, but his cousin's phone started ringing. "Aha ha, hold that thought for a second while I answered this call." Ax said in a commanding tone. Angel kept silent since he had the feeling that the call was related to him, and he might be the next target on Ax's list. Once the call ended a few minutes later, the facial expression on Axe's face was enough to confirm that Angel was right. "You have guts, cousin. I didn't know you had it in you to kill one of your kind. So you decided that we both are going to be fatherless?" Ax stated in a rage.

I don't know him and I didn't ask for his help in the first place for him to get mad like this. I turned and was about to leave the tent when I heard a growl of beast. I stiffened. "Don't test my temper human. I have a high respect with Axel but I won't hesitate to use force on you. You two were not official yet so I don't care if you're his.." He cleared his throat. "His friend." Who's Axel? I've been hearing that name since I woke up and they were calling him Alpha. I stared at the shadows that was passing by the tent. Am I in a wolf territory?

It's useless, I can't stop thinking about max, also I can't forgive him for everything, I'm so lost, and it looks like I'm not the only one who left here, the both of us are dead inside - my name is Jakob - that's a strong name for a depressed kid - my father named me, he felt like I can be special in the future, I guess he's wrong - yeah? My mom named me Layla, she thought that I could be something in the future too, where's your father now? - he passed away a long time - that's funny, my mom did pass too - how hard to live in this useless world - yeah I felt like I'm lost, but something inside woke me up, something made me gather my courage to stand up again, in somehow I need to survive,

My sadistic side was fully awakened now. I turned away from the three of them, walking straight to the wall that held all the weapons that had been collected over the decades for occasions such as this one. I smiled, pulling a couple axes off the walls. “I’ve heard that axe-throwing bars are the latest human trend. Seems like a fitting activity for a bachelor party.” I handed an axe each to Jack and Drew. “Let’s see what you’ve got.” Drew stepped into position, winding his arm back, and we all watched as the axe left his hand, a loud crack echoing as it hit the shoulder blade of one of Charlie’s friends, his scream following.

And Alexandro had every reason to win. Maeron struck with a dark blade that screamed with every swing, but Alexandro dodged and retaliated, claws slicing deep into Maeron’s chest. A roar erupted from his throat as he drove his opponent back, blow after blow, until finally he landed the hit that changed it all—a feral strike across the heart. Maeron staggered. Blood gushed from his side as he dropped to one knee, panting, coughing up the centuries he had cheated death. He looked up just in time to see Serena above Solmyra, her foot pressing the witch down, her hands ready to end it all.