Off With Her Head Novels & Stories

“Unless she will but I doubt that. She is still trying to perfect her act of being Miss Goody too—“ The next thing I saw was her dismembered head dangling on the floor. We all gasped. I clasped a head over my mouth as my lips trembled. What just happened? I turned around looking for the culprit and the, he was sitting, in a chair, with his legs crossed.

There was a muffled drip, drip, drip that pulled my eyes downward, to the arm she kept locked at her side. In her hand was a head—no, not just any head. Noah’s head.

I tensed, frozen in her hold, wondering if she was finding what she was looking for and if I would have to stay in lockdown longer. “Can I help you?” I muttered between my pursed lips, the words coming out almost slurred from her squishing my face. “The shield is in place,” She whispered before stepping back and releasing my head. Her hands were in front of her, open still, and she curled them into fists that shook as she let out a noise of excitement.

Before he could even look up, she shot herself between the two towers of cardboard, landing squarely on top of the Vampire who was crouched down behind the castoff appliance. For a split second, she saw a look of utter astonishment and terror flicker across his face. However, he didn't have time to react, or even bare his teeth before she grasped the top of his head in one hand, his shoulder in the other, and balancing herself on her knees against the side of the stove and the filthy concrete, she jerked his skull to the right sharply, twisting hard enough to tear his head completely off of his body. "Merry f-ing Christmas," she whispered as she watched the body turn to ash.

She fell from the stairs and hit her head hard. She lifts her right hand while her eyes are closed. She rubs the back of her right hand on her left cheek. She opens her eyes. I hold my breath as I keep looking at her. After staring at the roof for a few seconds, she gazes around. She furrows her brows and gives an irked expression. '' Is your head hurting?" Mini asks softly. She stares at her before shaking her head. She squints at me. I wait for her to glance at me directly. She lay down, slipping her hands under her cheek.

“Gо оn. Dо іt. Thіѕ is thе bеѕt mоvе уоu’vе gоt?” Hе rеасhеѕ down аnd ѕlарѕ Neon’s pale face. Thіѕ tіmе ѕhе dоеѕn’t сrу оut. Shе mау bе on hеr knееѕ іn frоnt оf him, but she tugѕ hеr hеаd back and bares hеr tееth at hіm, hіѕѕіng hеr rеfuѕаl tо bе dominated.

When I got to the scene, the head was there, scratching the wood off the door with extra long fangs that I have never seen in my life. The scratching tripled in aggression, causing one of the fangs to burst through the wood. A sickening snicker left its lips. I couldn't let it try and escape again so I picked it up from the ground by the hair, which wasn't much, just strands left but was enough to grasp. I held the head at eye level. “Where did you think you were going, little miss sunshine?” I smirked at the head. She had a frown on her face.

There are no shears available. When something struck her on the side of the head, she was midway through saying, "Brian, I can't." In agony, she dropped to her knees and clutched her head. Calling out, "Brian, please assist!" The woman spun around. Brian had a shovel in his hands and was just standing there. That's enough! Angrily, he swung the shovel.

Sharp. Her chest rises and falls faster. Mine doesn’t. I pick up the spoon again. Slowly. Deliberately. This time, I don’t offer. I move closer. Her back presses against the headboard. “Don’t.” Too late. I grip her chin lightly. Not rough. Not gentle either. Just enough. Her breath catches. “Open your mouth.” “No.” I tilt her head slightly. “Open it.” She glares. Holds it. Then— just barely—

She's planning something. The realization is like a jolt of lightning. No. Don't. Stay still, my love. Let me handle this. But she doesn't. She gives me an almost imperceptible shake of her head. Trust me. Before I can react, she acts. With a sudden, fierce cry, she brings her heel down hard on Greeley's foot. It's not enough to seriously hurt him, but it's enough to make him grunt in surprise, his grip loosening for a split second.