Silk Touch Axe Novels & Stories

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.

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.

"How dare you show such disrespect to your ancestors!" As Daxton unsheathed the Alexa Sword, the blade quivered with anticipation, emitting a crisp, melodic hum that echoed in the air. A cold gleam flickered across its surface, casting an aura of divine power. In the presence of such a formidable weapon, who could stand unyielding? Unfazed, Alexander evaded Daxton's attack, his body moving with practiced agility. The Alexa Sword, when wielded by someone of Lord of War status, posed a significant threat even to him.

It lodged itself halfway into her opponent’s Shardthrower, which allowed her to yank it up and out of his hands. And at the very height of her swing, she adjusted her grip on her axe, and flipped which of her two arms held it. Without skipping a beat, she spun the axe around and slammed it downwards on her enemy. The Shardthrower that was stuck on its edge smashed against the mecha’s chest. Kali’s axe cut right through the gun itself, and embedded its edge into the mecha’s armor plating. The gun, now split in two, simply fell to the ground. It was reduced to little more than heavy scrap.

ordered Edmund. "Fine, we will use it immediately," replied Al briefly. "What weapon do you usually use, Faun?" asked Edmund. “It's Kyron. Could you give me the big Dwarf-made ax? If the ax were made of dragon scales and a magic stone, that would have been better. Thank you for the warm welcome,” said Kyron with a big grin. He carried an ax on his back, but of course, he could not compare the quality of his weapon to a Dwarf-made weapon made from dragon scales and magic stones.

"What is this?" Alexander stepped closer, leaning down until his lips were just an inch away from her ear, his breath warm against her skin. "I got a gift for you," Alexander whispered. Victoria’s fingers untied the silver ribbon. She popped the lid open to find a heavy, polished silver dagger sitting on black velvet. The pommel was encrusted with a single uncut black diamond. "Custom steel," Alexander murmured, watching her thumb trace the blade's edge. "Forged specifically for close-quarters balance. I figured if someone is pissing you off, you should have something that does not dull."

Their gazes were cold and unflinching, and their auras of power were nothing to scoff at. “When I meet them, I would crash them,” the Black Team member who wielded the axe gritted his teeth and said to the other member who used the hammer. Both were given names because of their proficiency with their weapons. The axe user was called Black Axe, and the hammer user was called Black Hammer.

Number 50 was the rude stranger from before his weapon was the most breathtaking of all. Its stats were as follows:- Name: "Soulcutter" ‎Appearance: A dark, curved scythe with an ebony wood staff (6 ft long). Intricate silver etchings (like skeletal vines) crawl along the edge. At the base, a crimson gem glows faintly – said to pulse with every soul "harvested". ‎Stats: ‎- Damage: High melee + possible "soul drain" effect ‎- Range: Long sweep (hits multiple foes)

I swung the axe in a desperate arc, the heavy blade whistling through the air. The impact vibrated up my arms, nearly shattering my elbows. The axe buried itself in the creature’s shoulder, but there was no blood. Only a spray of white powder and the sound of grinding porcelain. The sentinel didn't flinch. It snapped its jaws inches from my throat, its breath smelling of lye and old coins. I pushed the red light into my hand. I didn't try to heal it. I didn't try to build a bridge. I reached for the hollow space where its bonds used to be and I squeezed.

He slowly said, "So, can you now tell me what's the treasure lying in Chaotic Stony Mountain?" "Oh Lord, there's no treasure in Chaotic Stony Mountain. The only thing that's close to being a treasure is a stone ax. It's on the tip of Chaotic Stony Mountain. It is a stone ax." The Rank 2 Evolved One dared not hide anything from Lucas, and he quickly blurted out everything that he knew. 'The stone ax is on the tip of Chaotic Stony Mountain? 'What the hell is that?' Lucas was puzzled as he thought for a moment.