Cut Beyond Novels & Stories

“AUGH! STOP PLEASE HAVE MERCY!” Mr. Travis called out in pain as the micro wind blades cut through him. Even as a practitioner, he had no defense for such treatment. Blake waved, and the void cut was sealed, leaving Mr. Travis gasping for breath. He seemed to have entered hell, his flesh being stripped away atom by atom.

With a trembling hand, CUT wrote his name, his eyes stung from the pain, he didn’t know that this woman was really mad. Just when he thought his task was done, Emma picked up another pencil and hit it at the side of his throat, making him choke all of a sudden. THUMP CUT fell from the chair whimpering in pain, his throat was pierced with a pencil so was his palm, Emma took predatory steps towards him with a smile of contentment. “You hurt someone I love truly, how did you expect me to not make you feel the same pain, huh?” “AHH…” CUT shrieked in pain while Emma pulled out the pencil from his hand making it bleed tremendously. His shouts were unheard by the people outside because of the rehea

It bursts and flows down like a silvery snake. He looks at his wrist. I cut myself ... large drops rush, fall on the tiled floor. Handsomely. Like crushed raspberries. Kit… fed him raspberries. They fooled around and smeared it from head to toe. Keith... He hesitates for a second, then presses the blade to his wrist and cuts his veins. Deep, to the tendons. Almost no pain, as if burned, that's all. Cuts again and again ... Nine cuts, from which blood is gushing. One for each meeting. A bit of a pity for the tattoo...

I drove my car to a friend's auto repair shop for a routine inspection after my father, Nathan Ashley, finally returned it. He'd borrowed it for a month and even stuffed the trunk with boxes of local specialties from his hometown. A few minutes later, my friend slid out from beneath the car, his face drained of color. "Lyla, who did you piss off? Someone cut halfway through your brake line." A chill raced through my body as I pulled out my phone and called my father. "Dad, someone cut my brake line." The sound of poker chips clacking echoed through the phone. He answered without the slightest concern, "Oh. I had Lillian do it. That old junker of yours was falling apart anyway." My voice

panted Curtis. “Of course you do,” said Easy. “Since the car accident, how have you felt?” “I . . . fine. I’ve felt fine.” “Have you slept since then? Eaten?” Curtis stared at him. Jeannine brought her hand up to her mouth as realization dawned. “It’s not possible,” she said. Curtis and Jeannine locked eyes. “This blade,” said Easy, “is very special. It not only cuts flesh and bone but severs magical ties. Like the ones that keep a ghost grounded in the real world.”

She must have known this herself as she gazed weakly up at him with her only working eye. Looking around briefly, Alex spotted the knife that Caine had dropped earlier. He picked it up, knowing exactly what he had to do. Fighting the hesitation, Alex used the knife to carefully cut the material of Rowan’s garment to reveal the wound. He recoiled as soon as he saw it and how much discomfort it was causing her.

His words struck harder than any blow, sharper than any blade. Punishment. The syllables reverberated in my chest, tearing through bone and breath until I could barely feel the ground beneath my feet. For a moment, I forgot the blood on his shirt, the fight that still echoed faintly in the night air. I forgot the car that had just vanished into the shadows. All I saw was him, Kenneth Diego, standing before me like a broken monument. His chest rose and fell, each breath ragged, like the words had ripped something out of him too.

In its beak, it held a pair of Silver Scissors, the kind used by a Master Tailor, but large enough to decapitate a man. "The Censor," the Correspondent hissed, drawing a thin, silver rapier that looked like a letter-opener. "He doesn't talk. He only cuts." The Crow snapped the scissors. The sound was a metallic clack that vibrated through my teeth. It didn't attack us. It lunged at the ground in front of Mina and cut the path. A literal rift appeared in the dirt, a black gap that separated us from the village. "My turn," I whispered.

Why didn't I think of this before? I stretched out my thumb and let him slash the knife across it.

''If I see one more wooden sword or pail of water, I am going to scream'' Zutara growled squeezing the water out of her hair. "Oh stop whining like a baby'' Riz drawled unimpressed and earned herself a fiery glare. "I am battered, bruised, contused and aching'' Zutara raged stomping around the yard.