Sci Fi Axe Novels & Stories

He has a large smile on his face as he hands me a black bag. “I know Serena plans to take you shopping, but this is from me. I know you’re eyeing the Head Tracker position, so hopefully, these will help.” Excitement courses through me as I set my plate on a table and hand the bag from the elders to Axel to hold as I open his gift, a smile forming when I find a few throwing knives and braces for my ankles inside. “Thank you so much!” I couldn’t help the shock while my hands caress the blades of a throwing knife, the craftsmanship beautiful and light. These would be perfect in dealing with a soulless.

Kinsley growled, leaning backward to avoid his harsh glare. Chuckling, Axe replied, "Really? As you said, I am a part of the Vincenzos. Maybe you should start being afraid before you lose your job... or worse. And yes, it's a threat." Pulling back, Axe shoved his hands into his pocket and walked off, leaving Mr. Kinsley to shout after him, "You!! How dare you?! You are nothing but a mere guard! Who do you think you are!" *******

Alpha Xavier's POV I smirked in satisfaction as I watched the man in front of me grunting in agony as the hot blazing rod was placed on his back, searing his skin with blood sizzling out. His wife and two children were all tied to a chair each, gagged as they stared at their tortured father. No one dares challenge me and get away with it; I'm the devil himself, the most powerful. This man tried running away from this pack with his family. The punishment for that is always death. "Dad, why don't you just let me skin him alive instead!" My son, Xander, who seemed to have been lost in thought all this time, finally spoke out with a frown.

Sterling stood among them, her navy blue suit perfectly pressed, her silver briefcase clicked shut. "Well?" Sterling said, her voice a sharp snap. "The Director has given an order. Pick up the tools." On the ground lay a row of axes. They weren't made of stone or iron. They were made of the same liquid silver as the spheres. They hummed with a low, hungry sound. Harkan stepped forward, his hands trembling. He looked at the axe, then at Rowan. "Alpha... I can't. I saw you bleed for her. I saw you cry for her. How can you ask us to cut her down?"

A threat. Solmyra, still on the floor, coughed again, her voice hoarse and brittle. “She’s… stronger than we thought.” Maeron glanced down at her, then back at Serena. “Stronger, yes. But not unbeatable.” Serena could feel the change in energy. The talisman in Maeron’s hand wasn’t just a magical device—it was a relic, something woven from blood and bone and sea. And it was pointed directly at her. She stepped in front of Alexandro, shielding him instinctively, even though her body ached, her strength flickering after the surge she had unleashed.

A thud followed the action, signifying that Sin had run head-first into the door with the force of a battering ram. "There's a dagger in the right side pedestal. Take it," Victor ordered and there was something sexy about him taking charge like that. "I don't even know how to use a dagger," I whisper-yelled but I still went in search of it—it was easy to find considering it was the only thing in the draw. "Just swing and don't miss—" "Don't hurt my brother," Saint yelled, cutting off Victor. "He'll heal," Victor snapped, "and she won't if anything happens to her."

he thought to himself. “That was amazing!” said Xander who was clapping his hands. “Can I try it too?” “No. This is a weapon meant for a wind mage.” said Matt as he placed it inside his sack and pulled out a long battle axe. “Would you mind holding on to my Thunder Bolt?” he asked Dorin. “I think we’ve had enough!” Johan quickly said, pulling Dorin away towards the buffet tables. “We haven’t tried all the food yet.” he told Dorin.

As I heard cars and faint voices speaking in Russians, I weighed my options quickly and decided that it’ll be easier to deal with one bitch than these thugs in my state. “Give me a gun” I let out my hand, palms up, waiting for Alexa to give me what I asked for. Her still bruised face stared at me, seizing me up, and I was doing the same to her. She knew I was testing her. If she really means to help me, she won’t hesitate in giving me a weapon, even with the thought that I might use it on her. It didn’t take Alexa five seconds before she phished out a SIG Sauer P226. Tilting the metal weapon, handle facing me. Stunned would be an understatement. Honestly, I never expected this bitch to hand

The clone screamed, not in pain, but rage. Alexander staggered to his feet, grabbing a steel rod from the wreckage. “Hey!” he shouted. “You forgot something, me.” He swung with every ounce of strength left in him. The blow connected, shattering the side of the clone’s face. Silver fluid spilled like mercury. But AX-01 only smiled. “You can’t kill what’s better than you.” “Watch me.” Evelyn saw the warning too late. The clone moved in a blur, slamming Alexander back into the control unit. Sparks exploded as systems overloaded.

Carl spat in anger and hatred at my face. “Leave her to me.” Axel said. He was dressed in a black training outfit, and I couldn't tell where he came from, deep in the forest or from his tent. He took a dagger that was strapped to his boot and pointed it at me. His dagger was made of pure silver; it shone under the sun with its dangerous intent to kill. “This stubbornness of yours is only going to lead you to an early grave.” Axel roughly pulled me inside his tent.