And My Axe Novels & Stories

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.

Max said truthfully, taking out a pack of cigarette, but Mia snatched the pack away from him. "You dare to smoke in front of me?!" Mia yelled. "Babygirl, we have strong lungs." Blaze cooed. "Could you please not call your mate babygirl? I'm sorry but it bothers me." Jayla asked with anxiety, she was about to have a mini anxiety attack. You need guts to tell him something that you don't to hear or see. "Why not?" He asked curiously. Jayla widened her eyes, clearing her throat. "Because—" "She thinks you are Massimo from 365 days, damn baby didn't know you watched that kind of movie." Max chuckled interrupted up, he picked her up to put her in his lap, she squealed and hides her blushing face

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.

The young girl looked at me and smiled maliciously, much to my dismay. Suddenly, a band of werewolves appeared from the woods by the other side of the road, with batons, knives and axes. As soon as they appeared, the young girl ran behind the eleven werewolves observing me. "The great and mighty Blade Ferguson, The Ripper, The Cannibal, The Dead man on loose..." Rising up from the dirt, I let out a chuckle to conceal my nervousness and the pain from the accident. "...I know all my names," I said, cutting him off. "But I doubt you fellas are here to remind me of my popularity."

This wasn't how I planned my day to begin. One of the men remained standing after I had beaten all of his comrades. I moved in the pool of blood, walking to him. I slammed the handle of the axe onto his leg, sure that I had broken a lot of bones, thanks to the multiple cracks I heard. He gave out a loud scream, making to grip his leg. I slammed the axe onto the hand that was inching towards the broken leg. He wailed in agony, his eyes nothing but death as he glared at me.

"But do not, and I repeat, do not kill anyone." And there went his excitement. •••••• She slammed the hilt of her sword against his chest. They were blotches of red all over him. "Why do you seem mad?" Kiran asked "I didn't touch Alderic, and I got us out of there even if it was raining arrows, without killing anyone." "Instead of knocking them out like a normal person you smashed skulls and tore skin" Her mind flashed back to the unnatural way he bent their limbs. "Was your goal to permanently impair them?"

My arms already feel heavier now, the adrenaline starting to fade, leaving behind the strain. I tighten my grip. Then I swing again. This time, it goes through. His head separates from his body and rolls across the floor, slow and uneven, until it stops. Blood splashes up, warm against my face and neck. I let the axe fall from my hand. It hits the ground with a dull sound. There’s no coming back from that. No shifting. No magic. Nothing. “No one hurts my mates,” I say, my voice low and steady. He can’t hear me now, but I still say it.

Damn it's good to be as fast as light when wielding this axe, all I had to do was just throw my axe into different positions where the people scattered as they fell mid air, and I grabbed them and saved them from their untimely death. I landed beside Jackson and I grabbed his hands and I threw my axe into the air and expecting to disappear, but my axe left the sky and went into someone else hand. I turned my gaze to where my axe went and I saw a guy and a lady standing beside each other amidst the crowd and I saw my axe was in the hands of the lady. What the f**k. How can she carry the axe without it burning her. How can she even withstand the weight of the axe, I am confused.