Pinhead Novels & Stories

It will kill me and all my friends. Phelan pounced again. This time, Don brought Riptide up in a deadly arc. The hellhound disintegrated into dust and fur. He had prepared for this midnight of the moon, for he had the news already at hand. He could see More wolves surged forward—snakes and giants and telkhines—but the wolf roared at them, and they backed off, “One on one?” He called. “Just like old times?” Phelon's nostrils quivered. She seriously needed to keep a pack of Kleenex in her armor pocket because that nose was wet and red and pretty gross. She unstrapped her dagger and swung it around. It was beautiful in a harsh, I’m~going~to-gut~you~like~a~fish way. Each of its twin blades was

I wanted to run out of the main gate but before I could, someone hit me on the head with a stick and I fell to the ground, gasping in pain as I saw my blood oozing out of my head. “Whoever makes it here never makes it out, little fox.” Pinuno told me as he chuckled and I gasped as he grabbed a stick and just as he made to hit me, I closed my eyes, crying as I waited for it to hit me, but when I heard the sound of it coming against a flesh, I didn’t feel any pain.

He arrived home really late and was just in the process of walking towards Emily's room when he noticed that he couldn't unlock the door. A frown formed on his brow. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a pin, and used it to open the door to her chamber using it as a key.

She channeled all her rage—for her mother, for Sebastian, for her dad lying in the porcelain shards. She swung the rolling pin with both hands. CLANG! It connected with the mercenary’s temple with the sound of a church bell. The man’s eyes rolled back. He crumpled to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Harper stood there, panting, holding the "Key" like a baseball bat. She looked at the unconscious giant at her feet. Then she looked at the rolling pin. Not a dent. "Nice swing," Sebastian lowered his gun, looking impressed. "That was a ten-billion-dollar concussion."

And heaven knows I wasn't being sarcastic. I knew his kind. He's been trained to withstand pain. And well, I live for subjects like him. From my weapons, I settled for a Vein's Eye—like I call it. It was a long pen-like rod with an ultra-fine needle tip, no thicker than a strand of wire. It might be small, but the things it does to the body... Tonight, was going to be a great one. "Did you know," I turned to him. "there's a cluster of nerves right here?" I pressed a gloved finger to his hip crease, right where his groin met his thigh. "One wrong touch and your whole leg thinks it's dying."

Nesting inside them were a pair of white panties. Annie had dropped onto her haunches and looked on as her hand reached down for them; as her thumb and forefinger fondled the soiled gusset. Squatting over the open jeans she pictured Michele standing over her, the statuesque brunette with her feet spread and ass raised. She'd pictured her smooth tan skin, her bulging muscles taught and flexing. Annie pinched hard at the dried stain, grinding her thumb into it, before raising it to her mouth. ...

The pins are made for soil. I’m in a hard rocky cave. I take deep breaths. Alright, I can do this! I take the first pin, gather as much pressure as I can and drive it into the ground. I need to put them in from one wall of the cave to the other. There are six of them. One down. Two… Three… … “Did I fall asleep?” I drag my heavy body across the cave floor. Four… Five… Yes! The final one. I gather my strength for the last time, ready to stab the ground when:

Gem spits while standing beside mom who is shaking "Haahaa oh yeah we can see you need breaking in, well don't worry cheery pie there's plenty of us whos willing to oblige, and as for this chocolate muffin," he says nodding to mom "well i don't usually like them older but Mmmmm i think ill have a bite of this one",

Bam! This vampire spoke in the middle of his fight, "I am Edison Benedict de Waltz." Pine, who was in pain, heard the name, and she was immediately stunned, “Edison...? Edison Benedict de Waltz!?” she thought. Pine cast her gaze on Edison, watching his face intently. "Hhh... No way!" "Ah..." Pine groaned again. In addition to her body being in pain, now her head was in pain too.

I delivered several blows to his stomach and blood oozed from his mouth and nose. Using all the strength and anger I was feeling, I punched his neck and he let out a low groan. Deciding I was done with this, I held on to his head as his hands held onto mine for dear life, I snapped his neck. The crowd erupted in boisterous cheers as the announcer pronounced me the winner. Not wanting to be there any more than I have, I quickly changed in the changing room, collected my pay, and got out. __________________________________________________________