Brutal Headscissor Ko Novels & Stories

"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.

Shaking, shuddering, and craving more I watched with eager anticipation as he pulled a pair of scissors from his back pocket, the silver blades winking with cruel intentions. My body went completely stiff when he reached for the hem of my nightgown

“I swear I will find her. I will tear through the city. I will kill anyone I have to. Just give me one more chance to—” I crossed the distance between us in a blink. My claws rose, gleaming, and came down in one clean, brutal motion. They sliced through his skull like soft flesh, splitting bone and brain with terrifying ease. The top half of his head slid off slowly before hitting the floor with a dull thud. Blood sprayed outward, splattering the concrete. His body stood frozen for a second, brain exposed and neatly halved, before his legs finally buckled. He collapsed in a heap at my feet.

Using my hand to touch my sides while searching for a suitable weapon, my hand stumbled upon an object. It was hard for my head to process what it was but it had a sharp end and without thinking twice, I moved my hand below, raising the scissors behind him as I drove it into his back with all my might. “Argh!” He yelled and rolled away from me slightly. I bolted out of the bed, almost at the door when he drew me back, slamming me into the bed angrily. He tried to get on me and I pushed him away with all my strength; making him fall. I gritted my teeth in pain, my hold on the scissors increasing as I stabbed him again in the same place.

It had been a while since I had seen Nyx so close to the surface. “Let go of him.” Neah demands. Cooper’s fingers retreat from Klaus, leaving scratches across his arm, “You bitch!” He growls, but forces himself to straighten up when out of the corner of my eye, I see Klaus, ripping the blade out of his own chest and slicing it straight across Cooper’s abdomen.

Her brows creased, like she was calculating her next move to finish off Elana once and for all. Finally made up her mind, Scarlett sprinted off in the direction of Elana's flimsy body. She place one foot onto of her head, flipping over her body over Elana's shattered own. She gripped the sword handle with both hands, positioning it neatly at the base of Elana's throat. The two women look at each other, one scared, the other with vengeance in her eyes. And just like that, Scarlett sever Elana's head from her body. She then landed gracefully on her feet, dropping her sword in the dirt.

I walk over to the cart and drop the mallet on top before grabbing a knife made of silver. "He is the head warrior." Tooth less moans as his head falls forward again before he quickly jerks it back up. "Does he have more information than your peasant ass does?" I ponder as I stalk towards him. I place the blade on one side of his testicles and flick the knife to cause a small cut into his sack. He doesn't make a sound this time only gasps and begins coughing. The tears have stopped, probably from dehydration, and he chokes on a scream.

"That the scythe that I use are smeared in poison?" Starvos frowned when blood began to drip from the corners of his mouth. Betty who saw this couldn't help but threw her head backward and screamed out the most unseemingly laughter a human could ever possess. Her eyes appeared bigger with horror as she looked back at him who had been affected by her scythe that she had dipped her poison in.