Silk Touch Axe Novels & Stories

"The master commands the territory now! Give us the hollow shell of the prince, or burn inside this tomb!" I raised my right axe, my fingers tightening around the leather-wrapped hilt, and drove the heavy iron blade straight down through the broken timber panel, severing the creature's clawed fingers in one clean, brutal stroke. A thick spray of hissing, molten lava splattered across my leather pauldrons, but I didn't drop my stance.

Honed her vision. The weapons had been set aside. She noticed that when she entered the cave. She caught the gleam of a giant battle axe, scrolled with ancient runes down the handle and twisted designs on the blade. She lunged for it, her adrenaline and need to fight overpowering the drugs that slowed her. The axe was heavy. It took all her strength to heft it, and when she turned, she stumbled. She flew blindly forward, yelling out as she did. “Alexander Phaethon!” He turned at the last second and dodged, the raised blade that he’d intended to sink into his alpha glistening above his head, ready for her instead.

The "First Transaction" of the collector was not a trade of currency, but a trade of "Archetypes." The "Avatar of the Past"—the eighteen-year-old Silas Blackwood—stood in the center of the "Grey Static" left by the Merchant’s deletion. He was a masterpiece of "Alpha Purity," his gold-and-sapphire skin glowing with a shadowless, clinical brilliance. He carried the "Original Silver Dagger," and his stormy sea-grey eyes were two solid pools of unadulterated pride.

They would heal, if they lived long enough. I turned my eyes to the weapons. Each one lay upon black cloth, meticulously polished, arranged like a lover’s gift. Scythes curved like crescent moons. Blades etched with blood-runes designed to cut deeper, burn longer. Axes heavier than a man’s torso. Spears tipped with obsidian fangs. I remembered the way my heart had thundered as a boy when I saw those same weapons gleam under torchlight. I had wanted nothing more than to touch them, to claim one as my own.

I really needed the short breather to recover somewhat. The short A****n blade was an excellent close-in weapon. I never let her get close enough to use it. Tandem axes allowed me to shred her shield while keeping her at arm's length. My axe bit into her upper left arm right above the elbow. Constanza hissed instead of screaming. She did stagger back. I hopped back three steps, knelt and placed my axes on the mat at my side.

Seeing the member harden into a stiff stick, Marcus chuckled lightly. "Now it looks presentable," Marcus said and Jason went red with shame. Why would his shaft stand at the touch of a man? And even if he swung that way, what happened to other men? Why did it have to be Marcus. "Stop that," Jason said, trying to get up, but Marcus easily held him down. "Don't move, this is a a game we have played before. It seems your body is addicted to my touch," Marcus said, as he continued to pump Jason's shaft. The without much friction, soon Jason felt pain.

He found himself wondering if Father Ulaka would be able to read it. Of all its features, Sethlzaar found the axe head most alluring. It was a massive crescent that spanned passed the end of the pole, marred with rusts that gave it an aging visage and dried blood from its recent use. It was a beauty. A beauty fit for the world of death they were doomed to. Sethlzaar caught Soartin's eyes. "Really?" "It's a nice thing." Soartin's fingers flexed around the handle, he guessed his brother would've shrugged too if it wouldn't have disrupted Nixarv's work. "Easy on the hand, too."

Sierra really felt like a whore now. “What?” “Touch me,” She said as she brought Axton's hand to touch her breast. He snorted, and she was sure he was laughing at her for groveling before him. His hand movements got harder, and Sierra opened her eyes as she felt a familiar caress on her pussy. She lifted her hips and followed Axton, who was toying with her by using his penis to caress her body. The penis touched her stomach and moved there slowly until it made Sierra's hand come down to touch it and guide it to her pussy.

The blade goes over my skin, drawing blood, but I barely feel it as I look into Leo’s gorgeous amber eyes. “BEAST!!! THEY’RE COMING!!!” Axe comes barreling through the woods, covered in blood.

Derek Hale POV "… You little bastard! You actually had the guts to storm into my territory?!" Gerard Blackfang snarls, his old voice cracking with absolute rage when his eyes lock onto my frame. My expression remains colder than arctic ice, completely devoid of human warmth. With lightning speed, my hand hurls the heavy iron axe I just seized from a dead rogue. The blade whistles violently through the air, cutting right past the remaining Shadow Fang Warriors. The axe strikes Juan Blackfang's arm with devastating precision. A high-pitched, agonizing scream rips from his throat as his right arm is cleanly severed at the shoulder, hot crimson life fluid gushing everywhere.