Your Words Cut Deep Deeper Than Any Blade Novels & Stories

Blood darkens his fur. He doesn’t make a sound. The cut doesn’t slow him. I duck under a snapping jaw and roll, coming up on one knee with my second blade already up. I strike again. Deeper. Cleaner. This is familiar. The burn in my arms. The narrowing of my vision. The way the rest of the world drops out when my body remembers what it’s for.

It was a carving knife. Thin. Precise. Sadistic. “Today, we carve obedience,” he said, smiling. The blade touched my thigh. Cold. And then he dragged it slow. I screamed. Not because it was deep—it wasn’t. But it was deliberate. Slow enough for every cell in my body to feel the slice, the insult, the degradation. Blood welled up immediately, trickling in warm lines down my leg as he traced every fucking letter. W. H. O. R.

he spat, leaning closer, the edge of his blade pressing into my neck, “you think he’s some kind of saint. A hero who’s going to swoop in and save you from your pathetic little situation. Why? Because he fucked you? Is that it? You think that because he touched you, you’re all he thinks about? That he’d risk everything—his life, his men—for someone like you?” His words were cruel and unrelenting, designed to break me piece by piece. He pushed the blade harder against my neck, forcing me back until I fell onto the bed. My head hit the mattress, and I gasped, my hands instinctively gripping the sheets beneath me. “Stop,” I begged, my voice barely above a whisper. The tears I had been fighting b

Gutting. There's no answer in sight As his soul is stripped bare. Those blips of consciousness Catch me completely unaware. A wind through the weeds... And we all bleed. Tears stung my eyes as she hit a crescendo, let the note hang, stilling her fingers. A pain no one sees. To home, I will lead. And we all bleed. Oh, how I bleed.

He wanted to retort but was at a loss for words, his expression showing a hint of panic. Because everything Austin said was true! "Did you really think I was that foolish? No one uses me to climb the ranks!" Austin's voice was cold, his presence imposing, his gaze sharp as a sword. "If you're so loyal, come here, and I'll cut you. Let's settle this today! Otherwise, let's bet—let's see if my blade is faster than your bullet!" Clang! The long sword was raised, slicing through the air. Under the sunlight, the blade's edge reflected a blinding, cold light.

The words slithered their way into my mind, sinking hooks into my head and staying rooted. Fire raced through my blood, heating every inch of my skin like his touch was gasoline and those muttered words were the strike of the match. He pulled out the knife embedded deep within his body and said, “Mine.”

His words… his cruel, vicious words… cutting through me, tearing me apart. Curse. Bad omen. Worthless. The words echoed in my head, over and over, each one sinking deeper, stabbing into my heart, leaving behind a hollow, aching emptiness. I felt a choked sob rise up in my throat, my chest tightening, my body trembling. I tried to hold it back, tried to swallow it down, but it broke free, bursting out of me in a shaky, broken gasp. Blaze’s eyes widened, his body freezing. “Faith?”

My vision gets blurs. Voices echo in my mind, distant but clear. Mocking, cruel. “Noah is incapable of love.” “You should be grateful if you can receive a shred of love from anyone because you are not worth anything.” “No one will ever love you.” I squeeze my eyes shut, but the words remain. They cut through me like a blade, each syllable deepening wounds that never really healed. I grip the glass so tightly I almost expect it to shatter. Maybe I want it to. Maybe that will cause me to feel a bit of relief.

He tries to fight back but I'm stronger than I look, I pin him face up to the desk, my blade under his chin, so close to his throat. “Please, I have a family, kids—” “argh,” I groan. They always say this, like it should have some effect on me but I'm Requiem, I feel nothing, nothing except the strong urge to shut him up forever. “Stop begging, and stop wiggling or I'm going to get upset.” I snap, pressing the blade deeper into his flesh where I make my first clean cut, making him cry out in pain. His scream isn't filled with enough terror, I need to feel the terror in his voice so I slice again on the same the same spot, pushing my blade deeper until I feel something grate my blade, perfect—

“What?” “Remember when I almost got married once and thought that was a happy ending already? I was wrong. So, whatever you saw, whatever is making you have this expression right now, that’s not the ending yet. You only saw a portion of the future, Blade. And if you weren’t in that future, then that’s not everything yet. You know why? Because I already saw it. I may not have an ability like yours but I already pictured it in my head: my future with you.” I felt my heart slammed against my ribcage. So, this was the reason why they say words were powerful. Words could either kill or heal. They could either drown or lift up someone’s spirit… even my spirit.