Brutal Headscissor Ko Novels & Stories

Moments later, Scar located Shane and his goons, creeping along on four legs downwind of the rebels, slowly advancing on to their direction , their tails twitching in impending attack. Damon and Scar came rushing out of the woods to intercept them. Shane spun and noticed the attack just as Damon came leaping at him with fangs bared. But he only had time to get Shane down on his back before she barreled headfirst into him, knocking him away before she whispered words to hold him down.

He smiled, and I walked over to Slasher. I kicked him in the butt, and he turned around pissed. I smiled, and he lightened up before throwing his arm on my shoulders. "Took you long enough to get down here." I hit his arm playfully. "Hey, you're the one that sucks at giving directions." He just ruffed up my hair and turned back to the guys. "You all remember Cobra right? Cobra, this is Hash, Flame, Blade, and Twist." I held back laughter at their names. I mean, mine isn't much better but still.

I screamed. He was taken aback upon seeing me with no control. Mad. F*cking mad. Out of my sanity. I stepped forward as he stepped back. “You... you f*cking, Silva. You f*cking call me a f*cking bitch! I am no slut, nor a wh*re! I am just a bad f*cking bitch who beats men *sses and not f*cking and sucking and riding their f*cking d*cks!” I shout and threw the glass of wine towards him. The glass shattered as his blood drops. The broken glass cut his arms.

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!

The huge beast fell to the ground and began to roll on his back trying to put the fire down. I used the distraction and moved to his front then I separated the two swords making them look like big huge scissors. I pushed the blades against his throat and after a few seconds of resistance the tough scales and rotten flesh gave out. I hacked at all that flesh and muscle till the enormous beast's movement seized and his throat began to gurgle. The black rancid blood poured out and splashed at my face making me gag. But I didn't stop, I needed to separate the head entirely, or else the beast will heal and stand up to fight again.

I'm too busy with those two, I don't see Rizzo swing and hit my face. I stumble back before kicking the guy in the face who is trying to get up. Someone's arms wrap around my legs, locking them down so I can't kick. Screaming, I swing for Rizzo, panicking when I see the knife in his hand. Shit, I feel hands grasp me from behind, swinging my head back I hear his nose break, his hands releasing me. Like hell am I letting hurt me, reaching down I grab the scissors, swinging them at Rizzo. He moves, dodging them and I feel someone hit me. Swinging the scissors again, I watch them impale Rizzo and stick into his shoulder. At least I managed to scar the fucker.

I took hold of her hand and squeezed it. Without hesitation, Alex lifted his arm that held the blade and swung it down severing Amaro’s head from his body. His head dropped down to the floor and rolled into the plastic container that had been set up ready for it. His headless body trembled for a few seconds and a massive flow of blood shot out from his headless neck.

"Everyone, all in! Take his head for White Wolf!" The crowd attacked in unison, either using their fists and feet, or wielding machetes and iron bars, charging toward Blood Sickle's head. "You want to kill me? In your dreams!" Blood Sickle laughed coldly as a sickle-shaped weapon appeared in his hand without anyone's notice. It was the Scythe of Death. Countless people had died under this scythe, which was why he was called Blood Sickle.

I squatted on his body, then I picked up Yamato Minobe's spearhead again. And slowly, I stabbed the spearhead into Yamato Kakuzo's heart. He saw me in his pathetic state, while I smiled like a psychopath. "HYUN KI... YOU ARE..." I again pulled the spearhead from his heart, then I aimed it at Luca who wanted to attack me from behind. At that very moment. The tip of the spear's sharp blade swirled, then the spear's blade cut off his head in the blink of an eye.

Nikolai's knife plunged into the brute's thigh, twisting, but the giant roared and headbutted him, blood smearing both their faces. Nikolai reeled, but he didn't go down. With a feral growl, he yanked the knife free and drove it upward, under the brute's chin, straight into his brain. The big man froze, his eyes glazing over, then collapsed in a heap. And then the shot rang out. It came from the shadows near the crates—I twisted, horror dawning as I saw Scar-face, propped up on one elbow, a gun wavering in his hand.