Scissor Seven Thirteen Novels & Stories

He ran to me, panting heavily, but his eyes were shining with an unusually bright light. It was a light I hadn't seen in his eyes for a very long time. A light mixed with nervousness, anticipation, and even a bit of boyish anxiety. He pulled the velvet box from his sea-sprayed jacket and snapped it open. Then, he dropped to one knee. "Chloe." "It's been seven years. Thank you for walking these seven years with me." "I know I haven't been good enough, that I've put you through a lot. But please believe me, from this day forward—"

I nod, “Since I have to be visible, I’ll assign myself to their tables and make vague comments. But we have to give them a chance to get me alone and allow them to strike.” He nods. “That’s why we need everyone to come in and plan this carefully.” As soon as he walks away, my mind keeps spinning with possible plans. There are so many things to consider. Within the hour, every Assassin within the vicinity is once again sitting at the conference table. I look around with amazement; Priest, Corbin, Dragon, Stryker, Cameron, Jaxon’s niece, Valkyrie, a Scotsman who is ironically named Scotty, Phanthom and Heathen join our group. Phantom is the strong, quiet type, while Heathen is a loud, rugged c

But the crystal now held a new thread of flame—one that pulsed gently with sorrow and strength. Ressa knelt beside Aria. “Was he…?” Aria nodded. “He was the Voice of Flame. Now, he’s part of us.” Thalen whispered, “Seven.” Kael looked into the woods beyond the clearing. “And six more to go.” Valeska spoke softly. “The Thirteenth won’t wait. He’ll come faster now.” Aria rose, the crystal still warm in her hand. “Then so must we.”

I screamed. He was taken aback upon seeing me with no control. Mad. F*cking mad. Out of my sanity. I stepped forward as he stepped back. “You... you f*cking, Silva. You f*cking call me a f*cking bitch! I am no slut, nor a wh*re! I am just a bad f*cking bitch who beats men *sses and not f*cking and sucking and riding their f*cking d*cks!” I shout and threw the glass of wine towards him. The glass shattered as his blood drops. The broken glass cut his arms.

He smirked, this was somehow fun. Mariam was showing off with her acrobatic skills, her small body allowed her move easily. She bounced off the chest of one, knocking him to the ground and twisted in the air aiming for another, she dug two small knives on either sides of his neck and retrieved the two swords which she had left in the chest of two men now lying dead on the floor, she yelled with each strike she made and without missing, twisting and turning to avoid fatal blows. She had six men down by her swords and only a few more to go. She was excited, she was angry and she was vengeful. She gripped the swords in both hands tightly, there was a pause from both parties which only lasted le

It was almost like my brain was playing games with me. I was still secured in position by the arms of that stranger. I heard a sound of a soft swipe , then a beep and a pop sound that sounded like the notification for the completion of a process. My head was heavy. Even though I couldn't see anything, I still struggled to keep my eyes open. I wanted to tug myself free, but I found myself leaning more into the warmth of his arms. I found myself slowly wanting to be trapped forever in the moment. I felt a scratching patch roughen the edges of my throat.

Back to the time I foolishly believed he was loyal to me? I was practically dragged to the operating room by Gavin. I held the cold scalpel in my hand. My hand was steady—a professional instinct, even though my body was so weak I could barely stand. Sofia lay on the table, unconscious from the anesthesia. As the nurse cut away her gown, revealing her chest, my scalpel stopped dead. Just below her collarbone, near her heart, was a black tattoo. It was a blooming black rose entwined with a dagger—the sigil of the Whitestone matriarch.

Said Emily, pulling notes from her book. “Thanks guys.” Said Sekora standing to her feet. Sekora and all of her friends helped each other study for the finals ahead. After about 30 minutes everyone headed off to their respective classes. Meanwhile, Stefan and Dejon had found the location of another one of the seven swords. It was the Doom Giver and it located in the Night nation. Stefan was worried, not only about the sword, but Sekora as well. “What’s wrong?” asked D2 walking over to him.

"Don't be afraid. I'm here." Suddenly, Melody lunged at me, nails reaching out to scratch my face. "It's all your fault! Taking Jared wasn't enough... You have to ruin everything!" Colin moved away and seized her wrist in a firm grip. In that instant, a glint of brutality flashed in Jared's eyes. At some point, he had drawn a dagger and driven it straight into Melody's abdomen. I screamed; Colin instantly shielded me with his body. Blood splattered across my gown, blooming like a scarlet flower.