Silk Touch Axe Novels & Stories

“Rowyn has found her weapon. Keep looking, everyone.” To me, he murmured, “That axe has waited five hundred years. Never chosen anyone. It was waiting for you.” The chill down my spine didn’t go away. He snapped his fingers and the axe disappeared. “Now summon it,” he said. I closed my eyes. Thought of her. Felt her. She appeared in my hand before I opened them. “Your weapon has a name,” he said softly. “Listen.” Silence. A pulse. A whisper. Rivenstar.

The rhythm turned tainted as she pulled out a weapon from her mind palace. "We call this one the 'Crescent Howling Reaver'" She spoke without any hesitation, "The very first is a Battle Ax Armas we present, reaped from the soul of the Hybrid Bloodthorn beast from the abysmal valleys of 'Tankosha'. The battle axe not just fits to the hand but it harbors the screaming rage of the Alpha, who not just kills but brutally mutilates the corpse of its victim. A valued gift for all the Tankers and damage dealers out there. The starting bid for this one is 5000 dollars." Creed's eyebrows unsettled as he saw the blood lust coming out of the weapon. He gulped a mouthful when he realized that the battle

The craftsmanship was top tier, it also looks menacing, the handle were made out of a bones and the blade were made out of mixture of Orihalcum and Mithril iron, which considered rare. [These axes are old..not only that, it was a Legendary weapon..One of the great weapons of Demi-Human race..The Twin Anger…once held by the Barbaric King of Tiger race King, King Bladur the Maniac..This axes were enchant with [Life Siphon], [Sharp Edge], and [Body Strengthening] Spells..and by the looks of it, roght now despite Mog’Ull has been using it for all his life, he never contracted with it…Surely, a Cyclops were an idiot…]. (T.A.S)

“Not fully. But it pushed. Like something on the other side was testing the seal.” Dax growled in the back of my head. That place hasn't stirred in decades. I moved toward the weapons case, my hand hovering over the silver-edged axe before closing around the older blade—obsidian steel, laced with old runes. The one my father swore hummed in warning when the veil thinned. “It’s not just a coincidence,” I said tightly. “We’ve had Wyrmwood stir. Now the Hollow? And that frost…” “You think she triggered it?” Dax asked.

It gave off enormous heat, though the sweat that beaded on my brow was more from anxieties than the temperature, as I remembered how it had felt when it scorched my palm. How in the heartbeat I’d held it, the crimson fire had surrounded my hand as though it planned to consume me. As though Thor himself wished to punish me for carrying a weapon never meant for my hands. Yet my curiosity was greater than my terror, and I bent closer, squinting against the brilliance. Beneath the flickers of fire, the axe itself appeared to be constructed from translucent glass with designs engraved along the blade and haft. Realizing the maids were watching, I pushed kindling on top of the axe. The wood immedi

Some old man in wolf pelts slammed his tag down like it owed him money. Phil leaned over. “Caelus couldn’t control his rage. He tore off his own ear mid-shift. Silver collar didn’t do shit.” Benard grunted. “Still better than your ex’s anger management class.” I tried not to laugh. Then came a dagger carved from moonstone, its blade vibrating faintly in the case. “Said to cut through spiritual threads and soul bonds. Once used by the infamous rogue, Silas the Threadcutter.” Starting bid: $30,000.

I yelled at the pain, and she pointed at my palm. "Look, Gwen," she said, and I looked at my palm. The flesh was knitting back together fast, and I was amazed by the sight. "Guess what?' she said, taking off the gloves. " The scalpel is made from silver," she said and touched it with her. The familiar sizzling sound was there, and she flinched a bit. "Touch it," she said and as crazy as it seemed, I picked it up, and nothing. It was as if I was touching iron or steel.

naughty you Marcus. I pulled the silk away. Inside was a letter opener. But calling it a letter opener felt like calling a Ferrari a golf cart. It was heavy, crafted from a metal that glowed with a pale, moonlight sheen. The hilt was a masterpiece,a snarling wolf’s head with tiny rubies for eyes. “Dramatic,” I whispered, picking it up.

Alexander sat back down on his chair and grinned. "First of all, Pheuk ." Alexandra said and pointed to a silver weapon, showing out from the inside pocket of the older's coat. "He needs that knife." Alexander took it in his hands and Alexandra watched as ran his fingers through the blade. "You're not in a position to make demands, Alexandra."

The blade didn't slice his flesh; the sheer density of his Lycan skin and the raw power of his aura literally stopped the weapon dead in its tracks, chipping the heavy steel. Beta Jaxon’s eyes went wide with a profound, paralyzing horror. "What... what are you?" Klaus didn't give him an answer. With a low, guttural growl that rattled the stones beneath their feet, Klaus reached out with his right hand, clamping his massive fist directly around the metal shaft of the axe. With a single, effortless twist of his wrist, he shattered the weapon into two pieces.