Razorblade Tears Novels & Stories

Rune would be gone, and she would be safe. A sob came out of me again as I gripped the blade in my hand and gritted my teeth. My phone started vibrating again, and I squeezed my eyes shut, causing more tears to fall. Taking a quick glance down to see Jesse's name on the screen this time, and I hit the ignore button. Staring at the sacred dagger, the blade shone in the light, making the dark inscription stand out.

Razor said. “ This is going to hurt you badly isn’t it.” I asked. “ More than you know. It isn’t going to be me that helps you through your first shift. I won’t be by your side when she shows herself to the world the first time. It won’t be my mark she bares.” Razor said. The more he talked the sadder he sounded. I pulled back to look at him. “ Razor this is really eating at you isn’t it?” I asked. “ Yes, my beauty, it is. It breaks my heart every day.” he says.

I pressed against her back and moved her hand to one of my favorite blades. “This is a Poshland RAM-21. The spiral blade is painful because of the spiral wound it creates and definitely makes it much bloodier. They struggle to heal, and if they do somehow manage to heal, they will be left with serious damage from the muscles and nerves,” I said softly into her ear. Brynn tilted her head, carefully running her thumb along the dull part of the blade. She grabbed it and placed it on the table beside us. Then I moved her hand to another one. There was something incredibly hot about this right here, and I was certain that she could feel my rising lust just like I was feeling hers.

She filled them all with mortal dread as she entered her Cyclone Stance and expertly spun around in the middle of them. Her blades followed her as she went, and cut into the terrorists with exacting precision. The Ra’ventrii blade’s razor-thin edges sliced cleanly through their heavy armor and bit deep into the flesh and bone far below. Those around her were almost instantly sliced to ribbons as gouts of blood poured out of their wounds. A few of them made choking sounds as their lives exited their bodies, which began to slowly fall to the ground. It was as though they were gradually realizing just how dead they were.

As he spoke, his eyes lit up like a diamond. The blade slashed the skin on her abdomen and tears welled up in her eyes. But, she made no sound. No tears, she reminded herself. But, it was impossible not to wince from the pain. Using the blade, he traced a path from her abdomen, past her chest and to her forehead. There, he began making precise markings, a jumble of alphabets and symbols. Unable to bear the pain anymore, tears slipped down her flushed cheeks. "Don't cry honey, you'll be out of your misery soon. Just a souvenir... "he chopped off her pinky finger and she let out a ear splitting scream ".... And, i'm done."

She then teleports to her room and slams the door shut. Morgan squats on the floor, raffling his hair. Her words feel like swords, making his heart bleed. Subconsciously, tears roll down from the edges of his eyes, turning them red. After some time, he runs to the kitchen, takes out several wines from the wine cellar, and chugs them greedily and nonstop.

Her tear gland must have dried out. No more tears came for she had been crying for long. She had blown her nose over and over that it was beginning to get sore. She was torturing herself searching for answers she would never find. How would she move on from here? Her life would be totally screwed up without him. She would be wretched. He was the only reason she breathe. In Tesot, she had found the greatest satisfaction of her life. She had found a man of her dreams, perfect in every sense, meeting every bit of component of an ideal husband of her childhood fantasies. She had found love much more fulfilling than anything.

“Shut your fucking mouth before I rip out your tongue. There is no excuse to justify what you tried to do. No excuse!” Ace crouches next to him, reaching inside Blakes’ jacket, and he pulls out a switchblade. With quivering limbs, I rise, relying on the wall for support to maintain my shaky balance. The echoes of Blake's thunderous slap reverberate through my ears, leaving a haunting melody that lingers in the depths of my soul. As I gingerly touch my stinging cheek, the salty tears that have cascaded down my face serve as a sombre reminder of the pain inflicted upon me.

It is said that tears contain some kind of healing powers and can rejuvenate and heal someone who has been cut or bruised. Elena decides to give it a try. She gets a small knife and cuts herself on one of her palms. She pours the drop of tears on her cut and instantly her wound is healed in a blink of an eye. She became really surprised, feeling like some sort of a God having tears which could heal. She didn't allow it to get to head but she was extremely happy that her tears could actually heal. She picks up a book glowing from a shelf. It looked rather enchanting than dangerous. In front she sees an embedded lock with a key in it.

Just as I place my hands along the ridge of the window where you’d turn the lock to slide it up, I feel something sharp slice across my palms sending stinging pain radiating through my palms. I jump back and bite my lips together to stop myself from crying out. I focus on taking slow, deep breaths as I look down and see tears in the fabric covering my hands and blood pouring from long gashes in my palms. Fuck those are deep. I try to make a fist, but that’s proving to be a struggle. Just fucking great. I look back at the window and can see now on either side of the lock are two, very sharp razor blades now stained in my blood. Rookie fucking mistake, I should have examined the window with mo