She Kills With Her Thighs Novels & Stories

She believed me because she underestimated me, which makes it all the sweeter. "You messed up when you thought you had us all figured out," I whisper before sliding my hand from her mouth. My claws tear into her throat just as a pair of pointy teeth sink into my shoulder. I ignore the sting entirely, focusing on the problem in my arms. I rip open her neck to weaken her before spinning her back around to face me. Her eyes are as wide as saucers, but I ignore them and sink my hand into her chest. I have a job to do. I have to ensure this female is dead. I have no idea what they can heal from and what they can't, so I am going for the triple threat. Take out their neck, heart, and head. They ar

She felt the pain in her head as she fell to her face. He jabbed his spear right for her throat, but she rolled out of the way just in time. She leaned back and kicked him hard, right in the groin, and as he knelt down, she spun to the side and kicked him hard across the face. He went down. She jumped to her feet, raised her sword, and before he could get up again, she decapitated him. The stunned stadium was completely silent for a moment. Then, suddenly, as one, they all jumped to their feet, roaring her name.

she whispered, "I was always dead to begin with. My life ended a thousand years ago." "So be it!" Without hesitation, without another word, he drove his free hand straight into her chest. His fingers plunged deep, tearing through flesh, muscle, and bone in an instant of gruesome violence. He found her heart, still beating faintly against his crushing grip, and with a swift, brutal pull, he ripped it out. Thana's eyes flew open one last time, a sudden, fleeting look of shock and release crossing them, before the light immediately faded. Her body went instantly limp, lifeless. The death was indeed swift.

She kicked the other one and initiated a back flip. Someone grabbed her from behind and she forced the knife into his crotch, he screamed out as she pulled the knife, she somersaulted forward abs took the other knife from the chest on the dead man. She bounced on the wall and wrapped her leg around the head of huge man. She broke his neck with her thigh and he dropped down. One of the men rushed at her quickly but she buried the knife into his belly, she pulled it out and kicked him away. The last man tried to run through the door but she threw the knife straight at him and it sunk into his head.

I killed with efficiency, honed by centuries of blood. She fought like chaos itself: reckless, dirty, wild. She gouged eyes, smashed noses with her forehead, rammed her dagger into soft spots with no hesitation. She didn’t move like a soldier — she moved like survival, feral and relentless. And together, we were ruin. Three came at once. I tore the throat of the first, ribs of the second cracking under my claws. The third slipped past me — and slashed Riley’s arm open. She staggered, blood streaming down her skin. My chest convulsed.

she grinned, "And if I can't kill her using fists, I can always make her die on her own." ~ KL •Season One• R18GB

Break all their bones, make them crawl in front of you, asking for your forgiveness, and show them hell on earth before you kill them,' she always told me. Nasar and Kira attacked at the same time, but she slid onto the sandy floor to escape an attack from Nasar. Placing her palm on the floor, she used it to propel her body upward by doing a double backflip. Still mid-air, she aimed for Kira, but the latter was quickly squashed out of the way. Nasar attacked her from behind; now he was holding a sword in his hand. Not any sword, my soul sword. She swung it at her and the blade sliced her on the arm. I guess she doesn't expect any weapons from him. Still trying to recover from the impact of t

All wit and rational thinking goes with it. I grab her face with my hands and sink my thumbs into both eyes, my palms stretched so my other fingers can latch in her hair. She cries out, and I only rip the hair harder as I increase pressure on her eyes. I lean forward just enough that she can hear me and I whisper to her. "I'll cry in my cell. I killed a woman with a briefcase. I'm going to kill you with that leg."

It only made her more determined to finish the mission, she was going to kill him. Filled with rage, Layla quickly got back onto her feet. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a small steak knife on the closest table. She snatched it off the table and lunged toward him. She knew that it was a bad move, but she was going to hurt him just a little. Make him bleed. It wasn't a fatal blow but it was annoying. With both of her hands grasped tightly around the handle, she dug the blade deep into his thigh. She smiled, she had hit him in a similar spot to where he had wounded her. It felt poetic and karmic.

A gleam of triumph flashed across Thessaly’s face, for she had hoped to see Sheera’s curiosity sparked. "I killed him," she said, her voice calm as still water. Sheera gasped, her eyes stretching. "I found a knife, and I slit his throat. "It was the first time I took a life, and I liked it." Her lips curled at the memory. "I liked that someone like him could be gotten rid of. And that was the last time I was maltreated by anyone." The food was still stuck in Sheera's mouth. She couldn't believe the Mistress was talking about killing someone. Slowly, she chewed on the food and gulped it down.