Brutal Headscissor Ko Novels & Stories

She pointed the sword in my direction with an expressionless face. "A man of few words, my foot. I'm going to get straight to the point by reading out the penalty for your crimes. In a norm for a rape case, the man's cock will be fed to the dogs as meat and then their head feeds to hyenas in the mountains. But since it was an attempted rape, you will be castrated by me at this moment." She spouted without showing a sign of forbearance. I almost gloated but held my peace.

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.

I smirk and place the tip of his finger in between the blades of the scissors. "Stop stop, please Supreme!" He yells and I pay him no attention as I force all of my strength into my grip on the scissors. The plastic handles if the scissors almost break as his bone starts to shatter and dislocate. Blood pours unto the metal table as his finger bone completely breaks and the tip of his finger falls unto the table. He is screaming throughout but it becomes even louder when he sees the tip of his finger lying on the table. I laugh at the horrified, pained expression on his face. "Be quiet," I tell him. He nods frantically, sobbing and trying his best to not cry out loud.

I extend my arm holding it out for him to grab. Just as the tip of his fingers touch the plastic of the container I move my other arm from around my back so quick that he never sees it coming. The scissors make perfect contact with his eye and in an instant a loud, painful groan sounds from him. He stumbles back and lands with a thud on the ground. I see the small scissors sticking out from his eye. The blood starts to trickle down to his cheek. After my initial shock wears off I move to him and kick him in the groin.

he couldn't help but punch her in the stomach and make her lose consciousness. He was crying in the bathroom. his eyes were swollen from crying, he looked tired and not himself. he took out the big scissors, it was sharp enough to be buried wherever he stuck it. he laughed happily before holding the stomach and narrowly thrusting the sharp scissors into her neck causing the blood to spread and the woman to be alive. I blinked as I came back to my senses. I looked at the person in front of me, there was a pair of scissors on his neck. he shows me what he looked like when he died. I looked away because he doesn't look good now.

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.

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.