Razorblade Tears Novels & Stories

he barks at me bitterly. This time I see it coming. The rise of the blade and the path the strike follows. I bite my lip to hold back a shriek, but it’s no use. As the now familiar sear of the blade touches me, my screams fill the room. Unwillingly a tear falls from the corner of my eye. I try to examine my fresh wound, but my blurry vision ruins any chance of seeing any detail in the slash that now scars my stomach.

I couldn't help myself from fearing the look in his eyes. I didn't dare to run around anymore and started pretending to be obedient before him. I would act like a maniac—I was sometimes compliant and sometimes hysterical. Half a month passed before I picked up some clues to indicate something was wrong. I was hanging the clothes out to dry on the balcony when I noticed a sharp blade hidden underneath the rusty railing. My memories pulled me back to that horrific night and the 160 stab wounds Liam had given me. They sucked all the energy out of me, but I tried to keep calm. Then, I found in his pocket two train tickets to Wenland and a receipt for some condoms.

Tears helplessly blurred my vision and just when I thought I lost my everything, a figure stormed in through my teary vision. A flash of silver and a thunderous roar ripped through the air, followed by the sickening crack of bones being crushed under immense weight. The rogue’s body was torn off mine so violently I couldn’t even comprehend what had just happened, only that I could suddenly breathe again. My parted legs trembled, still splayed, clothes still torn, the phantom of his weight still suffocating my skin, but he was gone. Thrown. Slammed into the wall with such brutal force the stone cracked behind him. My eyes widened through the blur of tears and I blinked once, twice, before I s

His jaw set, and his furious face wavered, giving way to one of intense, tormented bewilderment. A single tear tracked a path down his grime-coated cheek. Rhea stared, horrified. Blaze Draven. Feral Alpha. Crying? His angry eyes still blazed with fury, but now also with restrained tears, glistening with the dim light of the unused room. A second tear overflowed, and a third, silent tracks tracing the filth on his face.

Next to the jar is a small scoop seated on a folded towel. I’m not going to enjoy what’s about to come next. Or maybe I will? Pain does make me hard sometimes. I mentally hum. No. This will suck. Unless it’s Jase or Carley causing me pain, I don’t think this will make me horny. Damn. Razor grabs the little melon scoop. It’s not sharp, so this is going to be very painful. “Don’t worry, purdy eyes. I’m gonna take good care o’ your eye. It’ll be my most prized possession. Who knows, maybe I’ll add the whole Chaos set once my pet storm delivers them to me.”

He looked at Sheera and shoved the tear-soaked fingers into her mouth. "How do your tears taste?" He asked, rolling his thumb over her trembling bottom lip. "You should get accustomed to it, for you will be shedding a lot more of them." Sheera gulped down the salty taste of her tears, her mind reeling from the terrible things he'd do to her. Keegan slowly withdrew the dagger from her abdomen, eliciting a sharp gasp from her lips. It was an ordinary dagger - Sheera realized. She'd heal up. As if sensing her thoughts, he tossed the dagger aside and withdrew his Wic'ca blade. Fresh terror filled her eyes.

The torn flesh is actually closing. Where my tears fell. My tears are still sliding down my cheeks, and when they land on the wound, I swear the healing speeds up. Just a fraction. Just enough to notice. That's not possible. Silver wounds don't heal like this. Nothing heals from tears. But I watch it happen anyway. I shift to the flank wound, letting my tears fall there deliberately now. Same thing, the bleeding slows, the flesh begins to close where my tears touch. I don't understand. I don't understand any of this.

My blood, my life, and my ending, and they would never ever let me go until they get just that I turned to the side of the bathroom with my red teary eyes, I sighted a new pair of razor blades, and...and I knew what to do next

- Soo Min said softly, then freed her hands and swung her pocket knife hard, injuring his arm in which he had the syringe, causing him to drop it to the floor. It was only then, for the first time, that she saw emotions so clear on his face that their power almost struck her. The mixture of fear, disappointment and anger was visible on his face more clearly than any other feelings that Soo Min had seen on his face so far, counting from their first meeting. Then there was madness in his eyes and Hyun Sik lunged at her, trying to tear the miniature pocket knife from her hand. He was really strong, and Soo Min was still slightly dizzy and barely able to stay on her feet because of the stuff he

she teased. She handed the alpha a vial from his pocket. “These are my tears, they work quickly when it comes to injuries. Put a little on the wound and it should close up. Fake tears don't work as well as crying so I hope it’s enough to heal you quickly.” Logan looked even more shocked as he took the vial. It was as wide and long as his index finger, the liquid inside milky white. Who had milky tears? “I have so many questions,” Leo mused, “I'll update you when you come back.”