Sci Fi Axe Novels & Stories

Every cell in his body was telling him that under no circumstances should he take the strike head-on. He quickly turned his attention towards her weapon. For a single strike to put his mind into such an ordeal, Creed suspected that her weapon must not be normal. After looking at her weapon, his pupils broadened out of shock. Creed was sure that the axe she was holding was just one of the default weapons of the Odin-Space Armory. It wasn't even a Soul-Armas. "What incredible strength!!" Creed was still admiring her last strike until another strike came at him from the below. If Creed wanted to avoid the strike at his legs, the only choice was to jump up.

Alex said, “I’ll go try it out first. Those extraterrestrial psychos killed my best friend, so I must kill them with my own hands.” As he spoke, he took out the Xavion Sword. Just as the few were thinking about how tactful Alex was for willingly becoming the first person to take the risk, he instantly used his killer blow. The long-prepared Requiem Clock rang loudly, shocking the people’s souls. He fiercely swung the Xavion Sword at the captain. Poof! A head rushed up to the sky after it was severed by the sword.

Other than that, I hope there won't be much of a problem facing the future creatures up there. [Narrator’s POV] Meanwhile, the other two pairs had already finished upgrading their weapons. The changes on Fraise’s axe happened based on her will. Knowing her personality, she would never stop bothering Mr. Napoleon to turn her axe into some kind of fashionable yet strong weapon. There was black metal that covered some parts of the axe handle and a crescent-shaped long head with a small, slightly curved blade on the opposite side of it. The end of its handle could also be used as a weapon for killing, designed like a small dagger.

Axe growled under his breath. Theo. Yes. Theodore Witson is my boss's full name. My suspicions were correct. Axe deliberately asked Alessandro to cut off my sentence because he knew what I was going to say next. But wait, how could Axe hear my conversation? "I put a bug under your shirt." As if he understood the confusion on my face. Axe smiled triumphantly at my disbelieving reaction. "You-" I cut off my own sentence. Sighing helplessly. There was no point in me arguing with him right now. After all, rice has become porridge, right? Underneath my shirt was a voice scanner that he could hear at will.

"This is some kind of auric construct. Use chaos to take on chaos. Or, I don't know, create your own automa-toms to fight them. I see now. That's no ordinary axe. It's Tricksy's scepter. He's not going to be happy you have it." Holding the axe that was now a scepter, Jinx shrugged and pointed at the scorpions. He wasn't sure what would fight them, but they were just big bugs, so big spiders made sense to him. Jinx felt hot power flow through his entire body and out the scepter. A flash of light and a dozen giant, purple spider automa-toms leaped at the scorpions. "Holy fuck." Jinx's eyes got huge. "That's so fucking COOL!!"

She tried breaking out from his grip, but Sebastian's strength was impossible to contest. Axel chuckled. "You can't run away from me, Luna Kirsten." He grabbed a scalpel from the equipment table and started tracing it on Luna Kirsten's delicate skin. "If you don't want to experience any more pain, then I suggest that you answer my questions." She looked at the scalpel fearfully as Axel sliced a deep scar on her cheek, some of the artificial fillers being exposed to the light. She screamed in pain while I pursed my lips together. Damn. That will surely leave a scar.

"She said the father is a dead man. She said I'm a shadow." He grabbed the iron key. He didn't try to use it in the scanner. He used it to smash the glass of the fire axe cabinet. With his final, dying strength, he swung the axe—not at the door, but at the main power conduit for the nursery wing. "Ethan, no! The life support for the incubators!" I screamed. "The AI is the life support!" Ethan roared. "If the machine dies... the protocol dies!" The axe bit into the cables. A massive arc of blue electricity threw him backward. The lights flickered. The digital Eleanor distorted, her face twisting into a scream of pixels.

Varga’s executioner’s axe came up in a brutal, vertical counter-strike. The silver edge of the heavy axe struck the underbelly of Brandon’s pneumatic saber exactly where the brass pressure tube met the steel hilt. The collision was cataclysmic. The silver blade sheared through the imperial brass like soft lard, rupturing the pressurized piston chamber. A violent blast of compressed air and hydraulic oil erupted outward, shattering the steel blade into a dozen jagged fragments and blowing the gauntlet off Brandon’s right hand in a spray of dark blood.

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.