Sci Fi Axe Novels & Stories

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?"

The loss of their ranged support didn't slow them—it drove them harder, boots tearing into the ground as they closed the distance together, their formation tightening instinctively as they moved with the kind of familiarity that came from doing this more than once. Riley saw it clearly now. Three of them carried two-handed axes, broad and heavy weapons built for impact rather than speed, their iron heads catching the dim light as they came forward, while the fourth held a shorter blade, moving lighter on his feet as he angled off to the side instead of pushing straight through. "Axes," Aria said under her breath, a grin already forming. "Don't get hit." Then she moved. She cut into them inst

Sebastian questioned coldly. Axel was laughing incredulously at this point. "When? All those weapons on Star Island ended up in your hands. Is there anyone else in the world that could surpass your ability to take advantage of the situation? Those weapons belong to me, Axel Poole! Mine! I was the one who invested those on Star Island, shouldn't you return them to me?"

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.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

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.

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.”

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.