Saw Novels & Stories

Kinsley yelled at her brother, grabbing the medkit beside him and pressing bandages to his wounds as she inspected them, her pounding headache fading into the background as her adrenaline spiked. “That routine recon into a nest of creatures went sideways. I’d never seen anything like it. I have no idea what it is or what these spikes do. I just know my arm hurts like a son of a bitch.” Sawyer bit out around the belt in his mouth, pulling it higher as his sister quickly put on gloves and gripped the bottom spike. He nodded and then grunted out in pain as she pulled the spike out swearing as about 3 inches of the 9-inch spike had been embedded in his arm.

“I once heard there have been sightings of supernatural creatures wandering through the forest…” “What sightings?” I ask, feeling my blood freeze at her insinuations. “They say they’re half-wolves, with human legs… werewolves, you know?” She nudges me and winks. “I don’t know anything,” I cut her off, pressing the flour tightly between my hands. “When what we can’t see breaks free, to hell with those damn things!” she suddenly mutters in a hardened tone. “What did you say?” I ask, placing my hands on the counter.

[A brief silence, Claude inhales heavily before speaking. “That Buster Sword’s blade… is made of Tungsten.” Claude added. “What!?” Martha’s expression. “No way! I thought Tungsten isn’t a good idea for a sword, knowing that it reduces someone’s physical attribute including speed, dexterity and agility.” Clark replied. “That is the reason why we use 1045 or 1060 Carbon Steels that Salvagers collected for swords, it gives a good hardness and balance weight to every Swordsman.” Martha explained. “There are two things that bothers me and baffles in my mind.” Claude confessed.

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Bottles of wine arranged on the glass table. Damian sat in the middle of two naked ladies ,they are all over him kissing and running hands over his body,he squeezed their asses spanking them as he kissed one deeply,while the other kneeled in the floor facing his crotch region. The door opened as camera flashed,they turned stunned as the camera flashed again. “Clear shot” Scar said as she sprawled on the couch opposite them,one leg crossed over the other. The trio looked shocked see as they stared at her,she's in a baggy pants and hoodie,with boots,a face cap covering the top part of her face.

Realization dawned in my friends faces as they go white. "Layla..." Leo began. "HOLD HIM!" I shouted. Before anyone can stop me I swung the hammer up and down as hard as I could. Billy screamed. I think Eve did too but I don't register any of it. It's just a job that needs to be done. I swung it again. I faintly heard someone yell something but again, I don't really comprehend any of it. I swung one more time before I finally hear the crack that I was waiting for. I rested for a moment. Then I took off his other shoe.

Instantly, I look out the window and the first thing I see is a big navy blue building surrounded by numerous guards and bound by a very tall metal fence with electric wires at the top. “Welcome to Robertson Behavioural Management School. Your home for the next year…at the very least.”

Robel was fumming by the time he saw the agents' car leave through the security feed. His breath was getting un even and his knuckles were turning white. He picks up the picture frame and stares at the beautiful woman staring back at him with brown hazel eyes. His eyes softn a little before a storm took over and he sends the frame flying across the room. With a loud crash, the frame bounced off of the opposite wall and shattered in to peices. Robel breathed in and out for about a minute before he buzzed one of the maids. "Come clean this mess and bring a new frame."

FLASHBACK Rio Sanjaya ordered his dark horse to stop for a moment with a watchful gaze. The surrounding trees were violet under the bluish moonlight. After listening to something for a while, Rio stomped his horse back on his way without haste. Many times his eyes darted to the edge of the path he was passing. The movement in the thickets brought Rio to a halt again, his horse grunting and neighing softly. Rio drew the double-edged ax he threw onto his back. The handle of the object was rather long and silvery in color. Each blade bears a sign of a roaring tiger.

Liam P.O.V I might also now not be able to see but I can smell... I used to be assisting hold her up due to the fact she used to be going to day trip again when I wiffed the most splendid smell.... I had in no way smelled a female omega's arousal earlier than however I ought to already tell that it would be addicting. I was once already struggling to manipulate myself before this... however I used to be distracted when I rubbed my thumbs alongside her hips and felt scar lines.