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.

I gestured at everything, "—all of this?" "I told you I have people," Axiel said, checking the magazine of another gun before sliding it into a holster at his hip. "People who owe me favors. People who don't ask questions." I turned the gun over in my hands, admiring the craftsmanship. "These aren't just any weapons. These are military grade. Top of the line." "Only the best when you're breaking into a government research facility," he said dryly. I looked up at him, really looked at him. This man who appeared out of nowhere, who looked exactly like Ryan, who somehow had connections to get intelligence on classified facilities and access to serious firepower.

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.

Sweet Kharl Axiel, you thought me to hear beyond walls and see beyond lights. You stood with me in the light, and waited for me patiently; all the times I crossed the line and confined in darkness. You always stood and waited patiently for me until I crossed to never return. Now without you, my tomorrow is dark forever. I have lost myself numerous times and never had many regrets; because it is nothing but destiny winning every inch of the war.

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.

AXEL’S POV: A cold pressure squeezed my chest, but I forced it down. I couldn’t afford to think. Not now. I looked at him—his blood pooling beneath him, face a mess of terror and agony. He was nearly gone, and I was already losing interest. With one swift motion, I sliced off his dick. Then, without hesitation, I pried open his jaw and hacked off his tongue. His legs came next—each cut as clean as the last, each one a punishment, a lesson, a warning. I left him writhing in his own blood and filth, a hollowed-out shell of the man who once smirked in my face.

Now my plans have gone with the wind. Alexander now knows about the factory and my projects. That bitch Gina is still alive, and I don't know how I have made a very powerful poison. I have lost those bastards; they were a big treasure for me. With their powerful genes, I would create an undefeatable army, a killing machine, but that fucking son of mine sneaked in and breached my security system and saved them. He knows about my plans and will not rest until he destroys everything I have worked for.

"I’m not letting him die either. I promised you I’d bring him home, and I meant it. But we aren't giving them the world to do it." I looked at him, confused. "Then what are we doing? You just said we can't give them the key." Axel reached into the tactical vest he was wearing and pulled out a small, silver thumb drive. It looked exactly like the one Henri had given me in Munich—the same casing, the same encrypted LED light blinking on the side. "What is that?" I asked, my heart skipping a beat. "I spent the last two years doing more than just grieving and rebuilding, Brielle," Axel said. He held the drive up between us.

“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.”