Scissors Twilight Novels & Stories

Asher questioned Leonard who pulled out three silver blades from his back pockets throwing them at Scarlett and the white-haired boy both catching them firmly in their hands. "Great now I have to bleed for her," Scarlett said with an eye roll which both boys present with her blatantly ignored visibly fed up with her childish heartbroken tantrums. "I'll be the anchor," Leonard said before slashing his palms with the blade With blood immediately gushing out and flowing down towards the ground, and not a second later both witches present with him followed suit.

" Larissa flipped her wrist, revealing several silver needles in her palm. Her needling speed was extremely fast, leaving afterimages of her hands. She pierced several silver needles into Ambrose's body, temporarily halting his bleeding. "Your medical skills aren't bad, but your efforts will be in vain. You can't save him!" Twilight taunted again. "Once Ambrose is dead, you can come with me. I appreciate your medical skills, and the Twilight Group is in need of talents like you." Ambrose was furious. His intense emotions caused the pain to feel like millions of ants were gnawing at his chest.

Sephora snarled. The aura around Twilight changed the moment their eyes met again. Clenching her jaw, Twilight took a step closer. “Sister-in-law,” she whispered. Her voice no longer held humor. It was cold, dark—and in that moment, Sephora forgot the fact that she had a stronger wolf. When Twilight got too close, Sephora took a step back. “I didn’t come here for a fight,” Twilight said, still walking toward her, “and I didn’t come here to be disrespected either.”

Tara’s slap landed with a sharp, crisp *smack*, echoing through the room. For a brief moment, Wesley’s expression changed, but he quickly twisted it into a deranged smile. “Feisty, huh? I like that.” Tara raised her right hand to strike him again, but he caught her wrist. She lifted her left hand, but he grabbed that one too. Wesley’s eyes glinted with menace. “This little bit of fight in you? It just makes it more exciting. Once the stuff fully kicks in, you’ll be begging me for more!”

I dug my claws into the tub and partially shifted. “Yes!” Scott shouted. “It’s working!” “You pig!” I ground out. The bathtub broke from my strength. “Go closer,” Claudia ordered. “It’s working. All the power of the white wolf will be mine,” Scott laughed maniacally. I growled. A part of me had taken the back burner and Blanca came forward. I lunged forward and extended my claws. My talons sliced Scott from his chest to his face. He buckled forward and cried out as blood splattered everywhere.

He pulled back, whispering “This is wrong.” I smiled, brushing my lips against his ear. “Then why does it feel so right?” I whispered back. “We need to do this the right way, for now, we are getting to know each other.” “We sure are” I mumbled, reaching for my purse to reapply my lipstick. “How about we make this official?” I paused, with my lipstick in hand. A moment i had been waiting for. Words i needed to hear. I was winning, with no Olivia in sight. I was finally getting what i wanted. Eric Wilson.

There it was, a kaleidoscope of colors shimmered fleetingly before settling into an almost invisible cocoon around Aiden. Despite my heart singing in triumph, I couldn't afford to celebrate prematurely—I needed proof. A small yet dangerous test ought to verify it. Grabbing a pair of scissors from the table, I muttered a Conjuring spell. The scissors floated into the air, defying gravity, ready to strike on my command. With a deep breath, I sent the scissors streaming toward Aiden’s right leg; my heart pounded like a war drum in my ears. The world appeared to cringe, preparing for the impact.

More adrenaline making my heart race faster as I stretched farther, my fingers finally reached the only hope I had left. My fingers touching the scissors, I immediately take them into my hands. Making sure the scissors didn't slip off from my sweaty palms as his hands kept on touching my thigh, I wasted no fucking time anymore. Holding unto the scissors tightly, I swinged my hands up and watch as his damn eyes immediately shifted to my hand. His eyes finally realizing what I was going to do, but at last the bastard was too late and the mad woman in me had already arose yet again. "What the fu..." Cutting his words halfway, I made sure the scissors landed right on his thigh.