Brutal Headscissor Ko Novels & Stories

I used that momentum to roll his balance and shove him down. The bulky man tried to rise, shaking with pain, but my foot found the tendon behind his knee and I pushed. He went down in a crashing, breathless heap. They both crawled, seeking their swords, seeking salvation. Meanwhile I moved like an executioner. It was time to end it. The blade flashed twice—surgical cuts aimed at the artery-rich necks. Heads came free with a small, wet sound, their bodies lolling like cut stalks. I picked both heads in my hands, warmth and weight and the shocked blankness of their faces looking up at me.

Crunch. Rows of deep bite marks appeared instantly on the saber. The creature scrambled up the blade, gnawing its way toward Hayley's hand. Hayley tightened her grip and violently twisted her wrist, spinning herself and the child zombie around in midair several times. Shing! With a sharp flick, the saber vibrated like crashing waves. The ringing blade echoed through the silent hospital hall like a dragon's roar. The shockwave blasted the child zombie away. Before it could recover, the saber fell from above and stabbed straight through its forehead.

she grimaced and shook her head in disappointment. “And I will not let it happen,” She smirked. I took a step back, realising her intentions were not good for me. "Either you jump out of this window, or I will push you," she said in a threatening tone before lunging at me. Thanks to the Moon Goddess, I moved in time and dodged her attack, but she wasn't someone who gave up easily. She picked up the vase from the side table and struck my head with it. "Ah," I whimpered and touched my head, feeling something wet on my fingers. I hissed in pain and then looked at my hand which was now covered in my blood.

I refused to let up, pushing past the searing burn in my shoulder. Finally, one of the ethereal slashes connected, tearing a deep gash across the Scourge's torso. It shrieked—a sound of pure agony that was Cassius's signal. He exploded into motion, his blade a silver blur that severed one of the creature's legs in a single, powerful stroke.

Maybe she had. “Hold still,” Ambrose said, snipping the scissors in the air with a little sneer. “I’d hate to slip.” He caught the neckline between two fingers and cut. The shears went in clean, slicing a long diagonal line from my collarbone down toward my ribs, opening the fabric wider than it had ever been meant to go. Cold air hit my skin and I made myself not flinch, refusing to give either of them the satisfaction. He cut again at the hem, slitting the skirt up past my knee, then stepped back to look at what he’d done.

A sickening crack echoed. The man’s arm snapped at an unnatural angle. He screamed, stumbling back, releasing me instantly. I barely had time to react before Scott’s bat swung, a deep, solid thud as it connected with a kneecap. Marco’s switchblade flashed. Lorenzo’s brass knuckles caved in someone’s jaw. Nikolai’s gun lifted, the safety clicking off, aimed at the man stupid enough to try and run. And Alessandro— Alessandro was fucking savage.

Killian, anticipating their move, executed a picture-perfect somersault, his blades flashing in the dim light as he passed between them slashing both their throats. One Lycan met his steel head-on, its claws skittering harmlessly across his vambraces. With a brutal twist of his wrist, Killian redirected the force of the blow, slamming the hilt of the blade into the beast’s jaw with a sickening crunch. The Lycan crumpled lifeless to the ground,

Luna cried and struggled in my tight hold to grab the scissor away from my hand, but the sharp edge of the scissor cut her palm due to her struggling, making her flinch, "Ahh!" While I collected the scissor and threw it away to the floor and strongly gripped her closer.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.