Silk Touch Axe Novels & Stories

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.

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.