Sci Fi Axe Novels & Stories

Drake demanded. Emily gave a small shake of her head. "I won't look." "Come on, Emily," he said as she looked at him. Always keep in mind that the alpha is a werewolf with a short fuse. Leia recited the line in her head. "No, Leia, you need to be quiet. " Just get out of my head and quit reading that book already!" She growled at her wolf companion.

I frowned and thought of Crescent's power tetrad. Axel as an Alpha is a colossal, strong, visceral wolf and has one of the strongest bites in the world, but he comes from a long line of Dubois wolves who could manipulate energy. Axel wasn't the best at his power, but he could do damage with it if he put his mind to it.

Seeing the lock on it, he gestured impatiently for Mardichi to turn the key so they could slide the metal bar and open it. They did all of that with relatively little sound. Cautiously peering out. I still stood in the corner like an idiot. Having no idea what was going on. Or what the devil a Noni is. Nor why it has two grown men acting like wary kittens. Sebastian pushed open the shutters and pointed downward. Mardichi walked purposefully to the counter and withdrew the biggest axe I’d ever seen in my life. But this one had dual blades on either side of the stock. Rusted in places from what I was certain was old blood stains.

X calmly reversed his blade, so that the spine was against his forearm. He pushed his arm to the side and with a flicked his wrist. “AAAHHH” shouted the man. With in the flick of his wrist, X cut though the man’s hand and the handle of the axe. The reaction was so fast that the mans fingers and handle to the axe fell as one, while his fingers attempted to grip the axe’s handle. X did not stop there. He quickly retracted the blade, dropped his elbow and pushed up.

"So you letting Batard Depinn keep the bastard?" "Yes, and her name is Kharl Axiel, Tricy." Papa Zooba Zooba replied in her moaning voice. She sat completely denuded on her recliner as she watched her wife, Tricy play with her clitoris. Tricy was without clothes too. She placed her index finger on papa Zooba Zooba clitoris and began to move her finger slowly on it. Papa Zooba Zooba was the youngest papa in the court of Nutusel; she was in her early 60s. She was dark-skinned and quite endowed for a woman of her age. She was always on a crew cut.

Ashr practically purred, handling the golden color hand gun with the huge attached crystal. "The gun is a proton splitter and the whip is just as deadly," Seth said, lowering his head and presenting the whip to me. I wrapped my fingers around the handle and parts of the whip wrapped up my forearm and attached to my nerve endings making the whip an extension of my arm. I jerked my upper arm and the whip crackled with energy. Seth told me to be careful about flicking it because it can cut through anything but not the ship itself. I lifted my finger and dug out several dice.

Lizz said putting her hands on her hips and scowling at Rex. “I’m serious, its large, has a metal eagle perched on the end of the handle, the grip is bound leather around a wooden handle, with a two sided axe head on the top with a red jewel between the two axe blades.” Rex replied. “That sound like Bohl axe” Charr said, “Me would like go look.” He added. Readjusting his eyes back to normal, Rex looked at Charr and said, “Someone your size, with an axe that size, sounds like a good idea to me.”

“You got something in mind?” Axel smirked and reached under his seat, pulling out two flat black cases. He popped them open. Inside were sleek, matte-black pistols fitted with silencers, military-grade throwing knives, and two pairs of stealth-ruffled gloves. Silent ruffles—woven in Kevlar and sound-suppressed—designed for quick infiltration. Enzo blinked. “When did you—” “I prepared these immediately, when we first Moreau might still be alive,” Axel said smugly. “Didn’t think we’d need them, but I like to be ready.”

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.

The gigantic axes they wielded gleamed ominously. Xanthakos’ eyes lit up at the sight, descending the stairs eagerly. “Have you already mastered it?” The two old men chuckled, nodding in confirmation. Xanthakos approached one of the warriors and reached out. Suddenly, the warrior’s eyes snapped open, revealing its blood-red pupils. The next second, it swung its sharp axe without any warning. Whoosh! Xanthakos tried to dodge, but the axe slightly brazed him. He took a few steps backward and lowered his head to see a ghastly wound on his abdomen.