And My Axe Novels & Stories

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."

My legs felt sore as I walked down the stairs of the porch. As I reached the ground, I dropped the axe on the floor and the zombie closest to me turned with a grunt backed up with a hiss as began to stagger towards me. I didn't wait for the zombie to reach me. I ran to it and swung my axe. It came down on his head and split it open as I drew it back.

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.

His back was facing me but I am sure he had sensed my presence and scent long ago. I watched quietly as he continues with his work.The axe's edge gleamed as it moved up and swept down, swishing audibly through the air.My gaze traveled up from the axe to Maddox's arms, the way his muscles flex with each chopping of the wood. I walked to the nearby stool that has been around. "We already have enough firewood" I try to start a conversation, definitely not liking the silence between us. He didn't respond.His actions turned quite aggressive. "You are going to hurt yourself" I got up from the stool.

He took it, and I hauled him to his feet, both of us grateful to have a strong bond where we could kick each other’s asses but still be brothers when it counte He clapped a hand to his ribs, wincing. “I think you cracked some “You’ll live,” I said, wiping sweat off my brow. “Barely,” he muttered, grabbing a water flask from the bench. He took a swig, then tossed it to me. “You fight like a man with demons crawling under “I’ve got plenty of those,” I said. “Name’s Axel. And a ghost I can’t stop chasing.” Caden leaned against the post, breathing heavily. “You’re getting closer. You know that, right?”

the man with an axe taunts me. “ once we are done with you and your friend here, your family is next. I’m sure one of them will have the information we need, plus the female wolves we'll get as a reward for destroying your pack.” "Like hell, any of that is going to happen,” I snarl in reply. “You won't be going anywhere near our females or the rest of my family as long as I am still breathing.” The man holding the axe brandishes it at me with a grin. “stop talking, dog. You're already on your way to hell, and we’re going to fix the other half of that problem later.”

I paused for a second, my grip tightening around the axe handle. “I'm doing just fine.” I said through gritted teeth, lifting the axe again for another swing. Laura leaned casually against the shed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Are you sure? Because it looks like you're struggling.” She smirked, watching as the blade missed its mark, landing awkwardly on the side of the log. I gritted my teeth harder, ignoring the sting of her words. She was trying to get under my skin, and I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction. I kept chopping, each swing of the axe becoming more forceful, more desperate to drown out her voice.