Young Goddess Headscissor Novels & Stories

She handed the scissors into the woman's hand, who seemed very surprised by it. "Sure, Ma'am..." Helga said a little afraid, holding the scissors with all the care she could. She looked scared. Artemísia pulled a chair up to the middle of the room and sat down, putting the long hair out of the back of the chair. She thought of some size, maybe she should leave it up to her hip, but it seemed right to her. The girl spent a few seconds thinking until she turned her face to the maid. "I want a cut at the height of my ears" she said making a sign as far as it should be cut. Helga agreed with her head and took the scissors, approaching the young woman.

I couldn't go out looking like an eccentric freak. Decisively, I opened the cabinet and pulled out a pair of hair scissors along with Maya’s hair straightener that she had left behind last time. Snip! Snip! Without a shred of hesitation, I gripped the white locks tightly and chopped them off. The snowy strands fell haphazardly onto the bathroom floor like the feathers of a molting bird. I cut it short, leaving the hair just grazing my jawline, framing the sharp contours of my face that were now becoming more pronounced. Next, I plugged in the straightener, biting my lip as I patiently pressed down, forcing the stubborn strands to flatten.

I grab the scissors without hesitation and gripped a thick lock of my hair, in one swift motion, I snipped through the strands. The sound of the scissors cutting through my hair became satisfying. I deliberately kept cutting, mass of red hair fell into the sink. I feel a sense of freedom wash over me as if every inch I cut takes a piece of my broken heart. I cut everything to an extreme short hair. My reflection sharpens, I wasn’t seeing the miserable Shenaya anymore but a woman who is determined to rise from the ashes of her pain.

“Help!” Screaming to their lungs out, as the both of them cowers in fear, yet could not even take a single move to run and save their lives, but on the contrary, they do not have the liberty off in the first place. She laughs maniacally as she grabs the scythe and swirls it around like a toy she forever played upon. Just then the pentagram with the marking and seal of sacrificial death and offering draws unto their foot, illuminating with its neon red glow, as she informs. “Well, then it’s time for your death reincarnate.”

Supernaturals might think how she’d be able to do what she did in a high double split skirt and simple long-sleeved shirt that provided no protection. She didn’t need it because she was untouchable. No one had been able to physically harm her and it wouldn’t change now. She placed her peacock tail that had still survived the blast on her head. Her butterfly earrings were still there and she placed it in her piercings. She picked up her scythe and looked at herself in the mirror by the side. “Not bad, but I prefer my actual self. Oh well we can’t win them all”. “Are you ready?” Kieran asked.

“So, what’s so urgent and discreet that you had to kidnap me here?” She’s grinning even more now, counting her steps from the door as I watch her come in. She starts to twirl her hair around her fingers, making a very curious face as she pouts, “I tried cutting it many times, and each time I did, I broke the scissors, smashed the blades, and shattered the axes.” Wait- what? Axes too?! I give a weak laugh as I entertain her, “Each time I cut it successfully, it grew back thrice its former length. I gave up a long time ago since the children love to fuss about it, and my mate says I look ethereal.”

Pop. She vanished and reappeared directly in the open air above the skylight, blocking its path. Falling downward, she channeled every ounce of her enhanced muscle, swinging her sickle sword in a brutal, desperate arc. The curved blade sliced cleanly through the telepath's neck just as it leaped forward to crush her. The glowing light in its skull instantly extinguished. The severed head bounced off the roof tiles and fell back through the skylight, while the lean torso crashed heavily into a pile of discarded tires below.

I whispered, voice trembling but unbroken, and the words felt like a key turning in a lock, freeing something raw and fierce inside me, something that had waited for this moment for years. I lifted the scissors and pressed them to my hair, slow and deliberate at first, then faster, stronger, as strands fell in heavy clumps; each lock carried away a memory, a version of myself I no longer needed, and the weight lifted, leaving only what I was now—present, alive, and terrifyingly free. The hair fell around my shoulders, around my arms, and I watched it scatter across the floor, feeling my pulse steady, controlled, as if each cut severed a chain I hadn’t realized was holding me.

Sonya slowly made her way to where the mood goddess was standing. “Yes, moon goddess I am.” Sonya stated. Selene then took a dagger off her waist and made a slit on her forearm and Sonya’s. She held them together and said “I, Selene the moon goddess, do bestow the power for my goddess pendant to you Sonya Myers soon-to-be-Turner, to be its protector and in doing so be able to use the power from the pendant, when necessary, in the course of that protection. Do you accept Sonya Myers?”

I shake my head. "No, no! I'm not gonna kill you, I just wanna shave your hair" I grip her hair and run my scissors through it, until I cut off all her hair. I take a small blade and shave away every trace of hair off her head. I take a step back and look at her. "You look so beautiful! Now let's add more to your beautiful" I pick my scissors and walk towards closer to her. I placed my scissors in the middle of her head and starts dragging it slowly on her head. Blood sprints out as she yells in pain, I smirk.