Scissors Twilight Novels & Stories

She had fallen and slumped over a log, her shallow breath slowing. Tears in my eyes, I walked over to her and held her hand. She looked at me, her eyes going back to her natural color of blue, and whispered, but again I couldn’t hear them. Her eyes widened as I leaned closer to hear her, noticing the minor cut on her shoulder. After life faded from her as well, I turned facing the murderer, Ronan stood bow in hand, a smile on his face as he aimed at me. The Immortal Scythe slung on a strap over his shoulder. How did he get a hold of that? It was gifted to the witches by their Goddess..

She turned and gave me a smile but never said another word. By midnight, someone slipped a pair of scissors underneath my door. I stared at the silver blades, cold like my fate.

My breath caught. I knew that voice. I knew that presence. Aleksander. He stepped into the faint glow of the streetlight spilling through the window, his gaze locking on mine. The familiar scent of his cologne hung in the air, sharp enough to make my chest tighten. For a heartbeat, the room tilted, and all the warmth of the evening bled into a cold rush of dread and longing.

I plead with him. “If there’s any part of you that wants to get out of this alive, don’t do this. I’m begging you.” It’s still ringing as he scrambles with his tool box in the darkness. I can tell from the weird metal sounds. It’s hard to see him, so I follow the sounds with my eyes. “They would lose all desire to fight once you’re dead. And striking would be easier for me.” He steps into the light with a screwdriver in his right hand, and the most gigantic pair of scissors I have ever seen in his left.

I want to brush my teeth. Susie steps soft toward her, then crouches at her side. He doesn’t know it, but there’s a scimitar behind his head. It’s curved in a half-circle, too black to catch the light. So sharp it shreds the air as it trembles. It hovers against his neck where his blood is closest to the surface. How dark will it be when it slips out his wounds? Staining slide.

Fangs protruded from my mouth as I snarled like a wild animal. “What are you? What the fuck are you?” He cried as he clawed at my arm trying to get free. I started slowly to tighten my grip around his neck until I felt the stabbing pain in my chest. I looked down and caught the sight of scissors sticking out of the middle of my chest. In a panic, Winston grabbed them off Susan's desk. I let out a ear piercing growl and before I could stop myself, I lifted my hand and tore threw Winstons chest.

It's better to find another chance Ava Smith doesn't want to waste time with this person, after all, in her understanding, this matter won't come to any end today, so it's better to just let it go. Who knew Scar snorted coldly, "Make a noise, if you can pass my knife quickly As he spoke, he saw a bright silver long sword appearing in his palm at some point, looking exceptionally sharp. Ava Smith panicked, she couldn't even see the movements of the scar clearly, and even, without exaggeration, she couldn't be sure if the scar had moved.

I had no doubt he'd defeat them and so I nodded. "Looks like it's you and me, battling to see which one is worthier of the power of the moon goddess," Scarlett said as she neared me. I shrugged and said, "I honestly have nothing to prove. I was literally an alpha before a Goddess, and you were nothing but a scorned little puppy playing revenge. But, if you insist, I'd like to get rid of all this power in me before I explode." I said. It was then that silverish flame-like emissions appeared to be emitting from the skin of my arms. This had to be moonlight. It was absolutely lethal to werewolves. I pulled my arms back, and then thrust them forward sending moonlight straight towards Scarlett. S

Nadia appeared in the doorway, "Can you help me get my bags into the car?" "Yeah, okay," he yelled back to her and then turned to Jade, "You sit tight." The keys jingled as he locked the door, and when they were both gone, Jade leaned forward, glancing into the box. She'd slowly been studying the contents of the box for weeks now and knew exactly what she was searching for. They were sticking out from under a roll of cotton bandage. A pair of thin, tiny, silver scissors. They looked like the type you use to trim a beard or mustache with. They barely fit into the palm of her hand.

Tresicta came at her from the side scythe making contact with her cheek, but before she could just breeze past, she collided into her arm and she brought the powerful woman onto her back once again. Sapphire flipped back, almost taking the blade of her other scythe as it came out of the air. She couldn’t answer the questions of how things kept appearing when she heard it. Steel coming towards her and it went across her shoulder and so did another one over the other shoulder and beside both legs and she was bound.