And My Axe Novels & Stories

"Finish her off lady Bug, a voice that sounded like that of the man from earlier said through her walkie talkie that was on the floor besides me. The assassin bent over and picked up my axe raising it up high and bringing it down at me. I rolled out of the way in surprise before standing up with a rage I glared at her and reached for the last dagger on me. I waited for her to turn around before I stabbed the blade into her heart, she clutched on to me as the axe fell off from her hand and landed with a clatter on the floor.

I am a weapon. The first man I meet is a giant, draped in mangy furs and smelling of rancid fat. He swings a huge axe at my head. I duck under the arc, stepping into his guard to drive the heel of my palm into his chin, snapping his head back, and follow it with a knee to the gut that folds him in half. Before he hits the ground, I grab the axe from his slack grip. "Thanks," I grunt. I spin, burying the axe blade in the shoulder of the man behind him.

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.

I stepped forward, my axe glinting with fresh blood. "You killed my people." My voice was lethal. "I did." He didn't flinch. Didn't even blink. "You burned my home." He nodded. "Also mine, too." "And now," I whispered, "you die for it."

He groans in pain from his back being slammed to the ground hard. He stares at me with unbelief, I pull forth the axe and stab his arm, just by the elbow. The sharp edges cut off his lower arm and blood gushes out. Loud are his screams coursing through my ears and disrupting my drums. Kneeling down to pull the AXe, he shoves sand into my eyes and when I open them he was gone. Now that was a smart move that I could applaud for. Blood trails on the ground showing the direction he went, his grunts and cries were still heard through the woods leading me to him. He can’t keep quiet when he is in so much pain.

As you reach the edge of the wood, you will find a skull, still fresh, freshly cut, blood oozing out, like maggots, but it will smile at you, "My name is Matendechere welcome to the land of the spirits." It will wink at you and point at the axe that sacked its life out. Yes, an axe, it has fresh blood and some hair on the sharp edge. The axe will appear to be swinging, as if someone is raising it up, unclear figure, but too unfortunate. Keep moving if you believe that you are still alive, keep moving faster for your life. They are watching you, you don't when they will sack up someone's blood.

I grab the handle of the axe, swing it back, aim it and throw it at the man. As soon as his cry of pain reaches me, I want to jump up and down in happiness, but I hold back. I can't show off all of my craziness ahead of time. I force my hands into the pockets of my jeans and slowly walk toward the crying idiot. As the axe is stuck in his thigh, he falls off the log and holds his leg, crying like a baby. "There's not so much blood to be overreacting like that. Drama queen," I mutter and get close enough to assess the damage.

someone's voice was all it took to pull me out of my misery and back to reality, even though there wasn't a lot of difference between the two. I looked up just in time to see Axe standing over me, a beer in one hand, and a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes on his lips. He was one of Ronan's men that didn't particularly like me, and barely keep shut about it. He was built like a truck, with a shaved head, and the kind of face that looked carved out of steel. Yeah, we definitely hadn't exactly been friends. “You look like you could use this,” he said, holding the bottle out toward me.

Alpha’s men learn to do that; it makes the rest easier. Her eyes flicked to me once. If there was surprise, she swallowed it like bad medicine. “That name doesn’t belong to me anymore,” she said. Her voice was even, but it didn’t chase the sound. It sat. It waited. I took a step forward. “I’m Hunter. I work for Alpha Xavier. There are some things that I…”

A growl fills the maze, and heavy feet against the marble ground fill the air. I raise my gaze and clench my fist when I see a man running towards me with an axe swinging in the air. I raise the gun and fire at him, but he dodges the bullet and swings the axe at me. I spin to the side, ducking the sharp blade. Before I can restore my balance, he swings the axe again. I jump and fall to the ground, cursing as the gun rolls over into another hallway. “I will kill you myself, bastard!” He growls and raises the axe. I roll out of the way before the axe meets my head. The axe hits the ground instead.