Safety Scissors Isaac Novels & Stories

"Now, my sweet. Cleanse the house." Isabella lunged. The child moved with an unnatural, fluid speed—a blur of silver and white. Before Dante could react, the scissors flashed in the moonlight. Ivy screamed as the blades sliced through the air, catching the sleeve of her dress and drawing a thin, stinging line of red across her shoulder. Dante roared, catching Isabella by the waist and hurling her back toward his mother. The child landed with the grace of a predator, her silver eyes fixed on Ivy with a hungry, vacant stare.

, l warned while playing with the pair of scissors in my fingers. "Who are you scaring...", "Don't start, don't create the beast out of me, let me do my job and get out of here peacefully",

“No.” The deep lust-filled tone that had crept into his voice made her tremble with pleasure, without getting off her, axel reached over to the bedside table and pulled out a large pair of scissors, the blades glinted in the light and nerves fluttered in her tummy in anticipation of what he was about to do, Pinned beneath him rosa couldn’t escape and panic erupted from her heart as he pressed the cool metal against my skin, making her shivered in fear.

It was blurry at first but I tried to adjust to the rays that called for me. I inhaled a pleasant scent. Then, I saw someone holding a huge scissors. “No, no. Please, don’t hurt me,” I let out of terror at the sight of the scissors. “It’s ok, dear—” The doctor said. “No, no, no. Take it away!!” carried on. I suddenly felt warm hands wrap around my waist. I sniffled in the person’s scent which surprisingly calmed me down. “It’s ok, sunshine,” The voice said. “It’s ok,” The person

Anything that could give me the power to make things right. “Isa,” Emerson called from behind me, his voice laced with worry. “What are you doing? Talk to me.” But I couldn’t hear him. All I could see was Lilith’s face, her cruel smile, her mocking words. My vision blurred with rage as my eyes landed on a sharp pair of scissors lying on the dresser. Without thinking, I snatched them up, the cold metal biting into my palm. “Isa, no!” Emerson shouted, lunging toward me.

I read the note under the suit and almost felt like crying. “Astra, I hope you enjoyed your party. You deserve al good things. I’m sure Ezra already told you why I was not present. I hope you are very happy in life. I had this suit specially made for you and your amazing power. It will stretch to fit your male form while still look elegant when you are your true form. It is reinforced with a special polymer to act as an elastic bullet proof suit. It will be perfect for your missions. I hand made it with Gamma Taylor’s help for sizing. Yours truly, Isaac”

Isaac watched as everyone's eyes nearly popped out of their heads in shock. To him, it was no big deal. After all, he had seen plenty of these things in Meadow Ridge, and they had been broken more times than he cared to count. So, when Adrian said this would be useful to Rafael and Carissa, Isaac didn't give it much thought. He just figured if it could keep them safe, it was worth bringing over. Rafael wanted to give it a try himself, and Isaac was more than happy to teach him.

Axe whispered, accompanied by a tug on the scissors I was also still holding. I don't. I wasn't going to let him get those scissors. He must have used the sharp object to injure his shoulder. If I let the scissors fall into his hands, maybe Axe would do something else-something equally injurious. "Give me the scissors, Axe." We tug at each other, neither of us willing to budge. For now really, I can't let Axe win, but I'm also scared to see him grasp the tip of the sharp part of the scissors. What if his hand gets cut and bleeds. No way!

Quinc'ys face paled, even as Stan took off his tie and stuffed it into her mouth. Isaac rose to his feet as well, picking up the switchblade and ejecting the blade—it was not particularly huge, but very sharp. "I can do it, sir," Stan said, walking up to him. Isaac, however, stayed silent as he walked around the table toward Quincy and pressed the blade against Quincy's face. He just needed to apply little pressure, and the blade would cut through Quincy's skin. Quincy could only whimper, her pupils dilating as her whole body stiffened.

Creed again checked inside the compartment, but he found nothing else. When he looked at the 2 feet tall scissors, its debut as a weapon thoroughly disappointed him. The scissors' shape looked almost exactly like any metallic scissor except for its size. Excepts for its elegant design and a mysterious blue luster that was coming out of the miniature inscriptions all over its body. The scissors were almost the same size as his arm. The handle of the scissors looked exquisite and felt as if they have been crafted by an experienced craftsman. Even the mere handle looked like the hilt of an elegant sword.