Young Goddess Headscissor Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

“There they are!” “Jubilee, I’m not sure—” “Oh, don’t worry. I meant to do this earlier, but I forgot.” She took a large piece of hair that had fallen from her up-do, opening the scissors around it and was about to start cutting. “Wait, what are you doing?” Heath stopped her before the scissors closed over the hair. “Don’t cut your hair now.”

“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.

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.

I can hear muffled conversation around me, but I can’t make anything out through the blinding pain. My head is whipped back and someone has a firm grip on my hair. My body makes an involuntary noise of agony. I still can’t see anyone, but I can feel several of the tiny baby hairs pulling from my scalp, making my eyes water. Then the unmistakable sound of scissors cutting slowly, deliberately slowly. Snip, snip, snip, snip, before my head falls forward unexpectedly lighter, and freshly cut short, loose strands fall into my eyes and poke at my face. She cut off my hair. What is wrong with her? I’m already beaten to the point of not being recognizable.

Pain coiled through me but I refused to look away. “Bring me a scissor!” She barked. I heard movement behind me, the shuffle of someone obeying. “Don’t you dare!” I hissed. I'm letting Khione stir beneath my skin to warn her. “Oh?” She leaned in. “You think your little beast will frighten me? Not in the slightest.” The one she sent returned and passed the scissors into her free hand. She accepted it easily, her other hand still twisted tightly in my hair. When I realized what she intended, the blood in my veins turned to ice. "Stop!”

she finally says, as she bows her head in submission. Ghost appears with the dagger they use to initiate pack members. The handle has a reaper with his scythe in one hand and an hourglass in the other. One by one, we all allow our Alpha to join our blood as we agree to pledge. Mags, my mom, me, Kylie, Marci, Ana and four others all do it. It seems to take forever but each time I feel a new tingle in my mind, I feel the full force and protection behind it.