Novel & Cerita Silk Touch Axe

ALPHA PARTHE. I moved quickly through the corridors, my boots slamming against the floor as I made my way back to my chamber. Chaos reigned outside—screams, war cries, the crackling of flames eating through wood and stone. The scent of blood was thick in the atmosphere, mingling with the acrid burn of smoke. As I entered my chamber, my gaze landed on the weapon mounted on the wall. A black-handled axe, the blade forged from dark steel, its edges still gleaming with the polish I had given it weeks ago.

He stumbled, falling into the bloody snow. Silas Vane smiled, lifting a heavy, glinting weapon from the ground. It was a massive, weighted net, the thick fibers woven with a shimmering, metallic thread. Silver. "No!" I screamed, but my voice was swallowed by the roaring wind. Silas threw the net with perfect, practiced precision. It soared through the air, expanding like a spider's web, before crashing down directly over Eldrick’s massive black body. The moment the silver fibers touched his fur, a horrific sizzling sound echoed through the canyon.

It can give you comfort without knowing you are slowly losing your breath to die. Beta Jacob whistles while staring at me. “Do you need help?” he arrogantly asked. I sharply stare at his face, wanting to erase every possible reason for him to smirk like that. “What? I know I am hot, Elle Rose but you can’t stare at me like that.” “Like what?” I replied, cheering myself as I successfully grabbed the dagger and brought it to my hands. He leaned over the doorway. Beta Jacob is muscular and lean. He and his alpha are both muscular and lean, actually. “Like you are hungry for my touch, Elle Rose. You are looking at me as if you wanted to spread your legs for me.”

“That explains so much.” Papa continued, passing out each item slowly. A whip-sword that looks like it was made out of an ancient and holy vines and silver-thorned bramble for Aya. A curved bone-saw blade for Sari that looks like it was owned by the devil himself. A silver-inlaid stave carved with moons for Lily. She cradled it like it was a baby bear. “This one has a name,” she whispered. “I can feel it.” I wasn’t surprised. Lily had always been strangely good at naming things that should be nameless.

Unknown. "You were supposed to bring her to me, were you not?" I question as I sharpen the silver blade againt the turning stone. I can smell the sweat as it permiates out of her pores. "Y-y-yes, sire." She stutters. I turn to look at her and I can see my beautiful masterpiece across her skin. Blood is dripping through the slashes and gashes I have created with my favorite silver blade. The hilt is made up of gold and maroon leather that is a perfect match for blood. Because the hilt is not made of silver, it does not harm me. Ha! Even if it was made of silver, I would not feel it. The nerve endings in my skin no longer feel pain of any sorts.

“For our leader.” Alex exhales slowly. “I didn’t ask to—” “We know,” Eve says. “That’s why they’re yours.” Mazikene unwraps the cloth. The blades catch the early light immediately. They’re a matched pair—slightly curved, long enough to demand respect but not so heavy they’d slow her. The steel is darkened, patterned subtly, like smoke trapped beneath the surface. The hilts are wrapped in deep red leather, worn in just enough places to suggest they were meant to be held, not displayed.

He then sets me down, turns my body to face the table and pushes my back until my breasts are fully pressed against the surface of the table. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the skin of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. My body responded to his touch, arching towards him instinctively, wanting more. "Then did you touch yourself?" My cheeks flushed as I nodded slowly. "Yes." "You!" I retorted, "Oh my God, I couldn't not imagine you while touching myself," I added desperately, wanting him inside me right now. And then I could feel his breath on my neck.

Her feet bent backward. "Cool, I had no idea sisila's looked so ugly. Remind me never to look for a man of your species," Daylen said and tapped his walking stick on the ground and it turned into a sword. The sword glowed with a blue light. "The moonlight sword?" the sisila asked surprised. "Yes. Rest assured that there will be no reincarnation for you when I am done," he said and flipped to the ceiling and attacked her. The sisila defended herself and tried to kill Daylen but she was way too weak.

I whimper but Mireya grits, her patience is running out. "Elder Silas." Alpha Zane calls and father quickly calls himself to order, bowing. "I'm sorry you have to witness a thing like this on this special day, Alpha Zane. With all due respect, you're permitted to punish this deviant murderer the way you wish." I gasp and as my eyes meet with Zane's evil green ones, he throws a smirk my way.

And maybe I did. I slipped out of my dress slowly. Each movement felt more forbidden than the last. My zipper echoed in the stillness like the sound of rules being broken. I peeled the silk from my skin and slid the lingerie on each strap, each clasp, each lace panel pressing against my curves like a promise. The bra was a perfect fit. Too perfect. The panties sat low on my hips, the scalloped edge teasing the dip of my thighs. I’d never felt so naked while being technically dressed.