And My Axe Novels & Stories

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,

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.

The sweet zing of rage rose from the depths of my stomach to lock my hands and knees into a run, my teeth baring with anger as I bounded across the granite of the ground to slam the misshapen spine of the rogue back into the brick of the houses. “Die swine!” I hissed, stomping on its oblong head until it was a mess of bones and teeth. The snarl of more rogues around me caught my attention and I whirled on the balls of my feet, releasing my battle axe from its holder on my back and flinging it in a wide arc, spinning round and round until my eyes watered. I realized the crazed laugh echoing in my ears was coming from somewhere deep in my throat as I felt the metal force of the axe’s head conn

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.

Selena wasn't going to take the 'imperfect' lying down. The click of my first two tomahawks being pulled out must have alerted those two to my status update to that of a 'threat'. Miyako flicked something my way. Being highly symbolic and rather ineffective, I had my axes crossed against my chest. My reflexes kicked in, my right handed axe dropped down and something heavy pinged off of it. "Bitch," I snapped. "Did you just throw a railroad spike at me?"

“So that is who you are,” Mane looked upon the axe in his hands with a complicated expression. Although the axe was heavy, and weighed as much as an actual planet, Mane was able to hold on to it steadily. It felt like a part of him; like a piece of his soul that had been missing for so long. It was only when he held on to this axe did he suddenly understand why he had the sudden urge to experience the world of axes and hammers; why he wanted to learn axe arts and understand the laws of destructive fighting. It was all because of this weapon.

I don't know what that means. "Ready?" Axe asked, brandishing the scissors in front of me. "Let go of me, Axe!" I tried to rebel even though it was futile, only to get blisters on my hands from rubbing against the rope. "Shut up, baby girl!" Axe crawled back up until our gazes met. "You only have to make a sound when I start. Do you understand?" Axe touched the tip of my nose, then moved down. The scissors he's holding are used to cut the cloth pants I'm wearing until they're ripped to the thighs.