New World Axe Of The Abyss Novels & Stories

Smoke of black magic began to envelop them, a preparation for an ancient teleportation (Blink) that would normally be impossible for the human eye to track. But The Vanguard didn't come to Avalon with ordinary human eyes. SHASHHH! Eleven meters before the vampire's teleportation magic was complete, an obsidian ax covered in jet black aura shot through space. Not a silver projectile. It was a weapon thrown with the pure power of the God of War. Alexander Sterling's giant ax spun and beheaded six mutant bats and three vampire knights at once in a straight line, before finally sinking deep into the stone wall exactly one inch above Viktor Aurelius' head.

“The only pure thing I ever touched. That’s why your marrow is the final key. Once I have the stabilization from your blood, the instability ends. I will be the permanent Apex. I will be the God of the New World.” I clawed at his wrist, my boots kicking uselessly at his chest, which felt as solid as lead. I couldn’t breathe. My lungs were burning, my vision tunneling into a single point of violet light. “You… have… nothing… left,” I choked out, my fingers searching for the obsidian pendant.

"The snowstorm outside isn't a natural phenomenon. They're using it to mask the movement of their main forces." Hunter stepped toward the weapon rack, taking a large silver-engraved axe given by the rogue wolves. The muscles in his arms tensed, radiating the aura of a berserk Alpha ready to explode. "Good. I'm sick of hiding inside this room. Let them know what it feels like to be torn apart in the middle of a storm."

Outside the window, the collapse of the world intensified. Skyscrapers fell one after another. The ground split open with massive cracks, where rivers of molten lava gushed out, staining half the sky a burning red. The wind howled violently. Rain poured down in sheets. Hailstones crashed against everything in sight. The entire world was shaking and falling apart. The cries of people grew fainter and fainter until they eventually disappeared completely. Those who had slandered me, those who had hurt me, and those who had once mocked me had all turned to dust in this disaster.

He wanted so badly to break every inch of his body for laying an inch on his wife. As they got to the designated area, Axel let out a breath; he didn’t know he was holding his chest, heaving as his nose flared. "Axel, wait for the security team to get the—“ Before he could end his statement, Axel had already made his way in there. He heard her screams, making his eyes widen in horror. He ran his way inside. As he walked deeper into the warehouse, the shadows seemed to move around him, twisting and writhing like living things. Axel's heart raced with anger.

I have a lot of questions and inquiries " Zayn, what's wrong with your coldness! His breathing stopped without Aaron's timely intervention!" Alexa screamed after standing away from Zayn's mother's arms..maybe His eyes tightened and he nervously grabbed her wrist, " Is it something new in the hell? It is known that the end of one of you is death." As if Alexa was going crazy, she pushed his hand and came close to me, and this scared me, because she looked troubled! I let out a surprised voice when she pushed me towards him so that he wrapped my waist to protect me from falling. I could clearly hear the sound of his gnashing teeth.

The Boundless-possessed charges straight at Axel and his body reacts too slow, distracted by a fallen pack member. “Axel, move!” I scream. But it’s too late. The blade goes through and my time halts. Axel collapses, the sword buried deep in his side, blood pouring like a river from a broken dam. My howl rips through the air, unearthly and feral. “NO!” I lunge, tearing the creature away from him. My claws sink into its chest, my magic flaring white-hot, brighter than it’s ever burned before. I scream as I let the fire surge through me, engulfing the creature in searing light.

Pain suddenly exploded at the side of my head. I turned and saw Alex with a metal pole in his hands, and an evil grin on his face. My vision blurred. The ground rushed up to meet me. I saw Essence's face twisting into a scream as she reached for Asher again. Then the world began to tilt. Blood dripped past my eyes. I heard footsteps. I tried to move, but my head was pounding so hard. From the corner of my vision, I saw Alex, still bleeding, but taking her away.

Kael looked around at the assembled pack members, and I could see emotion threatening to overwhelm his Alpha composure. "You honor me," he said, his voice rough. "You honor this pack with your courage." "You gave us a pack worth fighting for," the elderly woman replied simply. "Now let us fight for it." "There's something else," Axel said, pulling up more data on his screens. "The reinforcements are bringing siege equipment. Not medieval stuff – modern supernatural weapons designed to breach magical barriers and pack defenses." "What kind of weapons?" Morgana asked, her magical expertise clearly engaged. "Corruption bombs that spread shadow magic,"

So why did he bother to do that. “Now let’s see where you can run off to” Aiden smirked and recalled his weapon deck. His large battle axe returned to its ring form and became a spectator. Since he and the zombie were so close to each other, the axe would not be an effective weapon anymore. His fists would be sufficient for the rest.