Crook Of Your Neck Novels & Stories

The crack echoed through the chamber like a gunshot. Two more came from the left. He took the first one by the throat and used it as a shield against the second, felt the bite go into the wrong target, heard the screech, dropped them both. The third one was smarter — circling, watching, waiting for an opening. Nero gave it one. It lunged. He stepped inside the lunge, got a hand under its chin, drove it back into the wall hard enough that the stone cracked behind it. It slid down and didn't get back up.

I didn’t want him to notice how stupid he looked. He narrowed his eyes, acting like he was about to finish me once and for all. I didn’t flinch maybe I was intimidated, but I refused to admit it. He grabbed me by the stomach and threw me, flinging me to the far end of the ring. My back slammed into the iron ropes, nearly making me scream, but I clenched my teeth and held it in. It wasn’t enough. He didn’t give me time to breathe before delivering an unforgettable kick to my neck. If not for all the brisket bones I ate growing up, my neck would have sent me to early judgment.

Fearful that he would be successful, she poured every last bit of energy into her fingers, and squeezed as hard as she could. And then, with an intensifying grip, snapped his neck with a sickening CRACK.

Dragging myself back with one hand, the one that hasn't been injured by the beast, I look him dead in the eye, “The last time I came in contact with you, you slammed me to the wall and broke my elbow, something you just did again. I thought you hate being bothered, wouldn't kissing you send me to a coma?” In the bat of an eye lash, I am pinned to a locker that was far behind us, which seems totally impossible with normal human speed. Rook is holding me to the locker with his hands gripping my neck. Fuck me… how many times would I be choked and by how many people? He leans closer to me, our faces almost touching, and just then, the necklace on my neck begins to react, shining bright red and v

I wanted him to be my first and last. Gently trapped in his arms, I couldn’t help myself from planting sweet kisses on his jaw and neck, teasing him way further. He released a soft moan as he slowly closed his eyes after I sucked his neck, causing a slight bruise mark on it. His aroma was getting me intoxicated, and I couldn’t get enough of smelling him at the crook of his neck.

I murmured, my breath grazing his skin as I gently touched his jawline, "They didn't capture the subtle contour of your jawline, the way it slopes just so." My fingers, guided by the familiarity that comes from shared moments, ventured lower, following the natural lines of his neck. "Neck," I whispered, my touch a delicate caress as I traced the pathway from his jaw to the base of his neck, a journey mapped by the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips.

Several bones inside neck, shoulders and back cracked simultaneously when he closed his right eye. Blood kept running down from his eyes and nose, but Creed's focus was dead set on the Angel's forehead. He pulled the bowstring to its maximum limits and muttered. "I just needed an opening. This is check and mate!" He uttered with a broken voice, "Come out, Cursed Arrow!" A pitch black arrow manifested inside the cleavage of his hunting bow. This was the first time Creed had pulled out his arrow type soul armas. Regardless, the bubbling chaotic rhythm associated with this dark arrow created ripples in the wind current.

Unfortunately I barely just nicked his nose and he simply shook his head and snorted. I waited for him to charge me again then dodged right, grabbing onto his scruff and swinging onto his back as he went past me. He growled, turning his head to try to reach back and bite me, but it was exactly what I was looking for. As he turned his head back, I grabbed a hold of his muzzle and wrapped my other arm around his head, quickly jerking his head further backwards until I heard the sickening crack as his neck broke, and he collapsed to the ground.

~Amara~ I fought the urge to tilt my head to the side so that I could give him full access to my neck.Nico's grip around me tightened even more and he gently sucked on my neck.How could I say no to Nico when he was making my knees weak?Closing my eyes and heaving a deep sigh,I turned my head and now Nico and I were looking into each other's eyes

Woody slowly raised his right hand, brought his fingers together, and then quickly flicked his wrist. The sound of a neck breaking immediately followed!