Axe Of Godrick Novels & Stories

Cedric smiled at her one last time and carefully got up from the chair, leaving a kiss on her forehead and leaving not before making sure no one was around, Axe watched as the door closed and sighed, before going towards the bed and falling on this one naked, he turned his face to one side and let go a tear, his head and soul ached, but he had faith, the fight was just beginning. He knew it, the Féret family has a history as murky as the dark night, and Axe was afraid, of being another fallen soul in it, but he had to stay strong, Cedric was there, his soul brother, he would not leave him, and he trusted in that, he looked up to the ceiling and whispered a prayer to Fenrir. May the gods valu

I hit the ground hard, Erlik’s strength surpassing mine. I grunt from the pain, touching my face and seeing blood on my fingers as I pull my hand away. “You’re not the only one with an enchanted, immortal sword,” he chuckles, giving me the chance to get back up, “no one can use my battle axe, much like the sword of Demoirtra. This is the main reason Hades locked me like a caged animal. Like your sword, my battle axe could’ve killed him too.” My eyes widened at his revelation.

Eluvene said. Galian looked at the Dark Mage. “Betraying our God?” Eluvene shrugged. “I am loyal only to myself!” Orcs and mercenaries went to Godefray, surrounding him. Battle axes were in their hands, and Godefray tried to grab one. An Orc punched Godefray, and he fell on his back but rose fast. His knees were shaking, and blood was coming out of his nose, but tried to grab another battle ax. Powerful hands shoved Godefray. His back bumped into a mercenary. The Paladin spun on his heels and the mercenary hit him in the stomach. Another hit him in the back, throwing Godefray to the ground.

Ryder nodded his head. “I want to know the story behind it. Everything.” Ryder let out a breath, he could feel the inside of his muscles stretching and being placed together to seal the wound. “It started from the first Axeris, the first rulers of Astaroth who needed help in winning a war against a kingdom that had risen from the west to challenge Astaroth. Pythias had come to him to suggest they summon Osyron and as a last resort, he had agreed. But after the war had been won, Osyron had gone mad and was slaughtering everything and everyone. He was a god and had incredible powers so the only way they could contain him was by sealing him off in the volcanic mountains of Fang Peek.”

It was the leader… of the real ax. It looked enormous and powerful. He didn’t know where it came from, but it placed itself right in front of him. After all, that was the most crucial part of the powers within the Phanes ax. It started shrinking drastically, slowly merging with the core of the ax in Alex’s hand. It was now truly a sacred treasure, known as the Heavenly Ax. With this, the underground Altar of Gods was instantly sliced open, causing the blood ocean to flow down. It would seem that the true form of the Phanes Ax had been in the Witch Kingdom all along and was under the nine Ancestor Witches’ protection.

Godric wound one fist around the other man's neck while Blankenship clawed at his chest. The man's heavy weight unbalanced their tangled bodies, and Godric fought to break free as they both started to fall, but it was too late. They crashed down the stairs, grappling at each other until Godric landed on top of Blankenship at the bottom of the stairs, his knife stuck in his enemy's chest. Panting for breath, both men locked gazes, hatred meeting hatred for one brief moment before the glint in Blankenship's eyes faded, giving way to darkness. Godric released his hold on the knife and rolled off the dead body.

an old man behind the second woman said. "Could he be the god of war?" Someone listening to the gossip asked. The women set their eyes on the old man waiting for his response, the old man observed Broderick and said," there is only one god of war in the world." "Is he the one?" "Tell us, is he the one?" Before the old man could respond to the women's question, Broderick shouted like thunder as he beat his chest, "I will destroy kingdoms and break powers. I will crumble principalities."

his eyes were on mine. “Worry me! What if you go to prison Dimitri?” “I won’t,” his voice was strong. “You don’t know that!” “I didn’t do anything, Harper please believe me. Alexander is our friend. He had to run from Moscow and he needed someone to talk to. There’s no fucking way I would have tried to kill him like come on!” He shouted. “You know me Harper! Right! You know me!” His voice was getting louder. I put my hand on his chest.

James said. He grinned at Gary's grim expression and then continued, "Riley's father ... that William Mackenzie is the most powerful god of war ever. So, how could someone like Evan De Kruk whose name I don't even remember be able to defeat Riley?"

Jonathan quietly growls and clenches his jaw, when his peridot green eyes glow vibrantly. He nearly collapses under the overwhelming sensation of the back bond and link snapping into place. “Rise Alpha Jonathan Bloodwrath, I present you with these axes forged during the Viking age by my forefathers as one of the official weapons of the Bloodwrath Kingdom,” Mum holds up a pair of beautifully ornate hatchet sized axes that are carved and decorated similarly to the Dao Osric forged for me. The moment he stands taking the weapons from her, she and the rest of our people kneel.