Brutal Headscissor Ko Novels & Stories

He quickly grabbed his keys and strolled out. The bar wasn’t far away and it was too crowded for his liking. He saw his gang waiting for him outside. And his pack too. He was about to move when he got his shoulder grab. "Calm down. Let Enzo do the work first". Zee said holding his hand and he looked back at him confused. They all moved inside and there Stephen saw what he meant. Callum was hugging a girl while dancing. But what frightened Stephen was, the girl had a punctured neck. But maybe she was so intoxicated by the drugs that she didn’t notice it.

The brothers carved through the enemy like a scythe through wheat, each strike a masterpiece of violence. Enzo tore through five rogues in quick succession, his claws raking through torsos, his fangs snapping necks. One dared to stand its ground, larger than the rest, scarred from countless battles. It snarled, baring teeth as it circled him. Enzo met its gaze, unflinching, before lunging with such speed the rogue had no chance to react. His jaws clamped down on its head, crushing skull and brain in one devastating bite. He spit the fragments aside, his growl echoing through the night.

I watched him till he turned to me with scissors in his hand. I furrowed my brows. Wait, scissors? Is that part of BDSM? He walked towards the edge of the bed and stood where my legs were spread. He got on the bed, moving closer to me, making my heart pound. God, what is he doing with scissors? He reached in between my legs and lowered the scissors there. I furrowed my brows as I stared at him. I felt the scissors close to my panties and next, I heard a cut but not my skin.

Scoot moved fast, and sword flash shone brilliantly. There was a squelch, and a piece of bloody flesh flew into the air as hot blood splattered all over the ground. Chase screamed painfully as he quickly retreated. His head was covered with blood, and his face was pale. He lowered his head to look. A huge chunk of flesh has been cut off from his arm, revealing the horrifying sight of his bone. It was quite a terrifying sight. Chase held his wound as he looked at Scoot in shock. This man could actually immobilize him.

Frank nodded in silence, while the scrawny man snapped, "You really think you can kill me, geezer?!" He leapt toward Bron, his footwork deft and immaculate. Bron raised his blade in turn, and there was a cold flash as they clashed. However, the scrawny man's face fell, his pupils dilating when he felt a coldness over his chest. He looked down to find a deep gash over his pectorals, his heart cut in two beneath it!

Short powerful blows, invariably accompanied by a crunch of bones. One of the creatures, after waiting for a moment, asked for Baruz from behind, jumping on his back, and already raised a clawed pale hand to strike at the neck, but howled, lowering its head down. A sharp blade sticks out of the chest, Berkhes heard the cunning creature and managed to plunge the blade of the sickle, at the last moment before the blow.

Kennedy whispers harshly. I can’t process this horror, and I close my eyes. After a silent prayer, I open them. Moon will save us, I know he will. Tears pour down my face. Estephon pulls out his phone and begins recording. I can’t breathe. I’m shaking my head and muttering “no, no, no” when Al lets out the first high-pitched scream. The blade enters his throat on the right side. His head is held back against his captor’s legs as the blade saws through flesh and cartilage.

Luca mercilessly cut his victim's neck with a razor-sharp knife. Its blood dripped into the tiled sink, and some splattered on his rag clothes and plastic apron. His unfortunate victim twitched, and was eventually killed. From the tools pouch, Luca took an electric meat saw and faced the victim again. When the blood stopped flowing from its neck, he began to cut the victim's neck. Too much blood flowed again from the headless victim. He then sliced open its stomach to remove the flesh inside, but he hadn't finished when he heard a series of knocks on the stainless door of the room where he was. Luca turned away from what he was doing and grudgingly opened the door.

I put all my weight behind the blade as I continue, “everything can be killed—you just have to put the effort in.” The knife goes straight through the socket and the thin skull wall behind, then into the brain with a wet crunch. The Cockatrice shrieks and bucks in agony, but I hold on, using all my weight to keep his head pinned underneath the knife. The violent struggle causes the blade to cut back and forth, and I can feel the tip scrape against the back of his skull.

I take a step back and look at her. "You look so beautiful! Now let's add more to your beautiful" I pick my scissors and walk towards closer to her. I placed my scissors in the middle of her head and starts dragging it slowly on her head. Blood sprints out as she yells in pain, I smirk. "Oh, my God!..stop...stop it...." I didn't stop. I continue dragging the scissors along every corner of her head, making sure to leave deep cuts. When I notice every skin on her head is broken and left with large cuts, I stop and take a step back.