Young Goddess Headscissor Novels & Stories

She tried her best not to puke. “Likewise. Where are the big scissors?” Her Personal Assistant gave Kale a big safety scissors. They still treated her like a child. She walked towards the crowd and the big red ribbon she was about to cut. She gave the scissors to the man beside her as she took her horn out.

Concordia, Eleven Hundred Years Ago Thaelen kept his hand on Gera’s shoulder as the weeping Beupraxia’s head was shaved. She had fought, jerking her head away several times, causing the razor to slip. The vampire removing her hair had immediately healed the wounds, but the spilled blood dyed her scalp in shades of red and white. The fight had gone from her, and she sat, her fingers stroking over the strands of her long, shorn hair that had fallen into her lap as it had been cut from her head.

my father hissed, “we will cut all ties with you. You will no longer be our daughter.” I looked at them calmly. Then I reached into the folds of my black gown and pulled out a pair of sharp silver scissors I had hidden there. Without hesitation, I gathered my long, beautiful dark hair — the pride of every noble lady — and cut it. The blades sliced through with a sharp snip. Heavy strands fell to the marble floor around my feet. Gasps turned into horrified cries. I kept cutting until my once waist-length hair fell just below my chin in a messy, defiant crop.

I immediately grabbed the scissor I saw from someone’s desk. “If you think that I can’t fight back, then you are all wrong! I am finished holding my patience with an of you. I did not fight back with all of you before and I regret that. I just wished I can turn back the time and slap you all in your faces until it bleeds!” I approached the scissor in her hair. She looks afraid. “No! No! Don’t cut my hair. I paid big just for that. Let go!!!” she shouted.

The brown staff fell to the ground along with her cut hands still holding it. “You’ve done enough already, you shady wench,” Janshai spoke in a calm voice as he spun his demonic scythe. “You almost killed us, you know that?” The red-haired lady, eyes and mouth spread wide open, was forced to kneel on the snowy ground, with blood spurting endlessly from her sliced arms. “Now you know what happens when you pissed off a demon.” Janshai gave a single swing of his black scythe, seamlessly cutting off her head. It fell and rolled on the snow, her auburn hair becoming as red as her blood.

But I didn't think he had much of a choice. "I consent." He uttered the words with raw hatred. Well, he could rot for all I care. "Okay, them." The woman handed us a pair of tiny scissors next. "You're to cut it the same time when I give the signal. Are you ready?" I nodded. She closed her eyes and recited a prayer, calling on the gods of the moon to witness our separation. "Now!" She urged. Roderick and I placed the scissors and cut. The two halves dropped to the floor.

I jerked, a sharp scream falling from my lips as the Sassy girls stepped forward. Their leader smiled…wide, cruel, wicked. “Thought you could hide today?” she cooed, yanking harder. Pain shot across my scalp and my knees trembled. My tears were falling freely now. She brought out a pair of silver scissors. My blood froze. “No… no, not my hair,” I whispered, my voice so small it barely existed. “Who’s ready to watch the whore go BALD?!” she shrieked. Cheers exploded. Laughter. Phones raised. Feet stomping.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale, ghostly light over the scene. In the next moment, with a brilliantly choreographed strike, Cyrus severed Xeik's head. The act was swift and merciless, a single fluid motion that sent the head tumbling to the ground. This was accompanied by the loud metallic sound of the blade cutting through flesh, a sickening crunch that echoed in the stillness. Blood sprayed from the severed neck, a crimson arc that painted the ground in a macabre display.

In the reflection of the mirror, she listened and observed. Cassandra worked quickly, pulling out a brush, comb, and styling products from a nearby drawer. She lined them up across the desk. Her fingers raked over Jade's hair, examining it and testing the texture. She poured a yellow cream into her palm and then rubbed her hands together. Starting from the top, she kneaded the product into her scalp with her fingertips.

And whilst I held her there, her head starting to slump and blood beginning to bubble from her mouth, I used my other hand to quickly pull out the dagger. ...I pulled it out and immediately started slashing it across her throat, over and over again until I knew it was enough. I needed to be certain that the Goddess was dead. And with another final slash, I’d succeeded in my endeavour. There would be no recovering from this, I knew. Not when her head was no longer attached to her body. I watched it fall and let go of her shoulder, allowing her body to follow suit. With a satisfying thump, both parts of her had become completely still on the ground.