Brutal Headscissor Ko Novels & Stories

No one would suspect you and they would usually talk and act recklessly in front of you. “The weapon,” It was a scythe. A retractable scythe that could tear heavy metals like paper and pierce through anything even the soul. Using it, they can open treasures long-buried and kill anyone like nobody's business. It's a precious little thing. And it's in the rightful and very capable hands. Me. •••

The razor-sharp Immortal Butcher pierced the back of the man’s head and came out of his forehead. The berserk witch and divine power shattered his soul, leading to his complete death.

Kyron screamed as he pulled Keefe away and shielded his best friend with his own body. SLASH! SPLASH! The white tip of the giant scythe was drenched in blood. Blood splattered in the air and fell to the ground. Keefe and Kyron's bodies rolled on the ground. Kyron's body weighed down on Keefe's. He tried to get up and shifted his body, trembling. His back was drenched in blood, and his flesh was torn apart until his back was badly injured. Kyron's spine was cut off, so it was difficult for him to move due to the severed nerves. Blood gushed from his wound, forming a red puddle on the ground.

No one present—not the three bewildered thugs, nor the whimpering leader, Blade—had clearly seen the move. Skylar Vance’s hand, small and delicate, looked utterly frail, yet it had crushed the muscle and bone of Blade’s thick forearm with casual ease. The sound of splintering bone was relentless, a horrifying, staccato crack-crack-crack that merged sickeningly with Blade’s uncontrollable, animalistic shrieks. Under the weak, sputtering light bulb, the scene was an absolute nightmare.

Ian caught them both in the air with ease and slammed their heads together. With a howl he bites one of their head off and spits out. His fur was filled with blood now. He looked over at the other wolf he held up and with a cold glare he clawed his heart out and flung him accross 25 feets.The last man wolf jumped him from behind."Ian!" I screamed trying to warn him but it was too late because the beta pushed him to the ground.

Then, he lowered his body and opened the scissors in his hand and ferociously slashed the blade at Stormbringer’s abdomen. Stormbringer brought his saber over the top of the Blonde Jack’s head. He did not expect the young man’s reaction to be this fast. Not only did he dodge his slash so casually, but his enemy also took advantage of this time gap to give him a fatal blow. Blonde Jack made a finger-long wound in Stormbringer’s belly with his scissors. It almost cut his entire belly open. Blood spurted out! Intestines spilled out of Stormbringer’s abdomen.

Good thing they were hybrids. “If you get my head cut off..” “I’ll see you in hell then.” She told him and there was an odd dark humor in both of them. Hel had to grip with just her finger tips and Fenrir twisted. It caused the band to bend slightly and it did cut his neck, but not because it constricted. However the damn thing was clearly going to put up a fight. After about twenty minutes and taking a few turns, including or twisting at it himself, there was a tear in the metal.

The concrete wall that the black curves hit cracked and crumbled down the ground in pieces slamming my ass on the floor in shock. Her six heads wailed ferociously. The corners of their lips tore up to their ears. Their teeth stretched into saw-sharp. They stuck out their huge black fork-like tongues split into two distinct tines at the tip producing hisses to that of a snake. Its thick necks slowly thinning as she stretched them to their outmust length and attacked all out from different directions with mouths opened hugely that could swallow an elephant whole. Grip sliced an incoming head lunging toward him but the head suddenly divided into multiple little heads avoiding his scythe.

Upon seeing Victor approaching, it let out weak whimpers, as if pleading for a sliver of mercy. But before it could beg for its life, Victor swung his scythe once more. This time, with no front paws to defend itself, the mechanical tiger could only take a direct hit to the neck. With a purple flash, the scythe easily broke through the defensive armor on the tiger's neck, cleanly severing its head from its body. The body twitched a few times before becoming completely motionless. An advanced Source Crystal slowly floated into the air. "Collect." Right then, Jodi caught up to Victor from behind.

He stood up and remarked, “Um, I am not the one who is gushing out blood right now!” The demon stood before him and then launched at Scott in a furious attack. Scott spun out of the way he stabbed the demon again in the throat. This time, the demon broke free of the claymore swing as it hit segments and scale as it slid out of its neck and slumped its head down to go for the kill, as it dove at Scott, who did an overhead strike. The head didn’t come off in one go. It tore straight off. Black fluid sprayed onto the coach’s windscreen, stinking of storm drains and burnt rubber. The demon collapsed with a slam that cracked the road. The head spoke, “You will die smiter, and we are many.”