And My Axe Novels & Stories

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.

Axe's deep, husky voice brought me to my senses. "Did I wake you up? Then I'm going out," I whispered softly as I stood up. "Come with me." Axe held my wrist. His eyes looked at me seriously, as if he didn't want to be argued with "If you're lonely. Just find a partner," I joked, never having seen him with a single woman other than mom and me. "I'm just interested in you." Eh. My cheeks suddenly heated up. "I was joking."

Ashley The Axe of Destruction was not like anything I had ever imagined. The blood-red handle and chalk-white head separated it from any ax I had ever seen before. “Remarkable,” I said, still in shock and awe, releasing what it meant that we could look at the ax and possibly take it. “Yes it is. A single hit from it is rumored to instantly kill no matter where it lands,” said Zane, looking around the waterfall and stepping closer to it. “We have to find a way to bring it down.” He went to the rocks and pressed a hand against the stone.

I hummed grinding my feet into the uneven bumps of his abdomen and grinning when he struck his fist on my boot, barely denting the leather and groaning even more. “Now,” I hissed, throwing up the ace and catching it before fisting it tightly in one hand, vaguely aware of Fredrick watching me out of the corner of my eye. “Left or right?” I seethed, pointing the axe from his right to his left limb, and the man stared at me as if I had gone mad.

Emma picks and weighs an axe in her hands and when she glances at me, I can see her imagining chopping me up with it. A horn blows and she attacks immediately. Channelling the brute strength of her wolf, she swings her axe at me in dangerous curves. I am lighter on my feet and determined to stay beyond the reach of that destructive weapon. The rest of the wolves fade away from my view until it is just me and her and our dangerous dance. Sweat glides down my black as I swing my katanas, darting and retreating, jabbing again and again and opening little cuts on her body. They are not enough to slow her at all, but they are enough to piss her off, which is what I wanted.

The only thing left is the weakness she's still feeling. We came down from the truck with me grabbing my lucky axe and my backpack. I tucked my Beretta into my belt and got my axe ready in hand. I saw Austin arming himself with his Kimber Custom TLE II (EM) 1911 pistol and a blade he produced from his backpack. Clara took her katana from the back of the truck and used it to support herself as she walked .

He paused what he was doing and went over to have a look at the object that had attracted the moon rays. With a wide grin on his face, he lifted the sharp axe and inspected its quality. The wide zigzag blade was over a foot long and a millimetre sharp at both sides with silver coating at the edges of the blade. The staff was made of strong lead and was almost a metre long. He nodded to himself because he knew the kind of havoc he could create with a weapon as beautiful as what he was holding. “That’s a beastly axe, Your Highness.” Marcus came close to whisper in his ear. He was holding two daggers that he had made from the broken pieces of glass and steel that he could assemble.

They both had no clue who this axe was going to be used on. I eased my neck as I stopped in front of them and raised the axe. Beads of sweats dripped from them and tears rolled down their cheeks like a spooked kid in the middle of a horror story. Gritting my teeth, I chopped off the head of the blondie in one clean swipe. The warm blood splashed all over me and all over the room. "Fuck! I didn't want to get bloody tonight" I cursed, wrinkling my nose in displeasure.

Indeed my intention was on ly to destroy his axe. I swing a few times with all my might,