Achilles Heel Novels & Stories

It was Liliana. "But mama," the little girl pouted. At only seven years old, she barely reached Valaria's hips while standing, making the contrast between them even more disturbing. "Mama promised to stab her on the leg. Right here." Liliana pointed at her own ankle with an innocent smile. "This is called the Achilles heel. I heard if this gets sliced, people can't walk anymore. Wouldn't that be fun? Watching her try to run while her tendon is cut?" She huffed adorably and crossed her arms. The gesture was so childish that it should have looked cute, but the words coming out of her mouth made Jane's blood run cold.

The heel of his boot skidded against the stone. He fell down flat on the ground.

His legs are dead straight. His legs are dead straight. He has no flexibility in his legs. That means his Achilles tendon is compromised. I turn and as I turn I release my left leg, my strongest, and I use the momentum of the turn to give it all the strength I have as I crash my heel into his left Achilles tendon. I hear it rupture with a sound like a thunder clap. He starts to topple and I'm exultant. I can win this. Now I know I can. But my relief is nearly my undoing. Even as he is toppling, I am still coming out of the turn and he lets one giant arm loose and I smack right into it.

She plunged her talons into my Achilies heel and took me down with her. “The fuck!?” I cursed as I grabbed my leg, aching as it bled down to my heel. Amara took no time to make sure I was okay. She rolled backward and was back on her feet in seconds. I grit my teeth and got back to my feet, arms up in defense once again.

he remarked casually. Andrew looked up at Gordon, his tone calm but sharp. "But if anyone's going to die from poison today, it'll be you, hunchbacked fool. I suggest you find somewhere quiet to treat your injuries, or you won't even know how you died." Gordon chuckled coldly, about to retort, when his expression suddenly shifted. A sharp, excruciating pain emanated from the massive hump on his back. Gordon's hump had always been his greatest weakness—his Achilles' heel.

by high heels means 7 inches long heels. Mom knows which size I prefer, still she sent me a higher size particularly on a day like this when I have a severe backache. I can't walk straight into them today. I'm bearing so many aches right now. "Why does she have to be this difficult every single time!" I cry out of frustration. I seriously hate my Mom. I don't have any other matching pair right now, what should I do? I'm running out of time. My aches are already giving me a hard time and with these killer heels, they will intensify and I won't be able to hide them. I won't be able to endure the pains. There is a chance I can even trip or worse fall on the ground.

Is now time to remove the iron from his Achilles' left heel, the iron was already red and was hot like as if a tiny fire is still around its body, the hunter had to put a sticker on his mouth to avoid him shouting that much so he will not attract the neighbors to come around Then he broke the stick of an arrow, on his Achilles heel, he forcefully pulled out the arrow, and suddenly, Jerry opened his eyes and was sweating and shouting, immediately, blood started rushing out from his Achilles left heel and the blood color was very bad and without wasting time, the hunter placed the hot iron on the deep hole on Jerry's Achilles left heels

Aegis's P.O.V How is it that I know every torture that ever existed but never discovered this one?. These shoes were death traps. Five-inch, pencil-thin, ankle-breaking, toe-pinching, nightmare inducing torture devices. I have fought in wars, ripped out throats, and faced down entire rogue packs but somehow, these damn heels might be my greatest enemy yet. I muttered a curse, shifting uncomfortably as I walked out of the black van we came in. Noah, ever the observant one, smirked. “Something wrong, Alpha?” I shot him a look.

Samantha was eager to know, "What about me? Is there anything wrong with my health?" Elio looked at her and said with confidence, "Your right heel has been hurt, with a bone bruise and swelling in the bone marrow. It happened three years ago. It might look okay, but it's not fully healed. If you're on your right foot too long, it really hurts, doesn't it?" "Oh my gosh, I can't believe how spot-on you are!"

“Fine. But don’t think I’m buying into this whole doctor-knows-it-all act.” Leo ignored her sass, gently pinched her ankle twice, then straightened up with a professional air. “Miss Jenna,” he began solemnly, “your bones have indeed healed, but as the saying goes, ‘a bone injury takes a hundred days to fully recover.’ Your joints are still fragile. Even if you’re walking now, you shouldn’t overdo it—and you absolutely must avoid wearing high heels.”