And My Axe Novels & Stories

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 made a grave mistake by throwing his axe in his enemy's direction. Though the axe cut deep into the rogue's chest, he pulled it out and started to heal almost immediately.​ Dax was expecting the rogue to fight him with his axe, but to his greatest surprise, the rogue threw the axe aside and chuckled. “How shallow of you to think that a silver-coated axe will kill me, Dax.” He scolded, sounding disappointed. There was something familiar about the rogue that made Dax curious.

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.

And here I was, bound like a chicken about to be slaughtered. It dawned on me. He was the most ruthless man in the country. I was just seeing this side of him. It reminded me of how I earlier on told Yvette that he has never tried to rough me up. Right now, I was tied. H always had this side of him that I was blind to. Today, my eyes gained sight. " Axe ", he said. One of the potent men walked over and handed him the axe. It must have been made by special order. It was bigger than the average axe yet he carried it with one hand like a feather.

And I'm not going to let Adrian take it all from me! With a loud growl, the guard before me lifted the axe above his head, bringing it down with all the force he had. And in that split second, my body jerked out of the way. The sharp blade sunk deeply into the metal pipeline, and when the guard yanked out the axe, water gushed out like a fountain.

Pain tore through me with every step, but I reached the back door, pushed it open, and stepped outside. The cold air felt sharp against my skin. I grabbed the axe from the chopping block. My side throbbed as I lifted the axe. Fire ripped through my ribs but I swung anyway. Sweat dripped down my forehead. I clenched my teeth. I would not fall. I would not look weak. The bandage grew warm and I looked down. And within seconds, the blood was back. “Stupid,” I muttered at myself, lifting the axe again.

I just stared at her. Then, before they could react, I lifted the extinguisher high above my head with every ounce of strength I had left. "Sebastian, what are you doing? Are you insane?" Luna finally lost her composure, her voice cracking with real fear as she shouted at me. I ignored her and slammed the extinguisher against the window hard. A deafening crack rang out. The glass shattered into a thousand pieces. I was free. I didn't care that the shards tore into my skin. I clawed and scrambled toward the broken window, ready to drag myself out.