Your Words Cut Deep Deeper Than Any Blade Novels & Stories

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.

I feel like falling into an abyss and simply disappear. Her mere words still cut me deeper than a thousand knives. She ruined what was sacred, all because why? Why did she have to go as far as this? Am I not good enough? Is the distance truly not enough for her to bear? Was it just a moment of weakness on her part? But yet, I cannot stand being betrayed. I am being rejected, and it kills me.

More like blades, carving into something already raw and empty. “I said stop.”

When she finally spoke, her voice cut through the silence like a blade. “The betrayal ran deeper than any of you imagined.”

“Please” The blade shifted, Closer. And I realized There was no time left to save them both.

Something colder. Sharper. A blade waiting for the right moment. And when it came, I wouldn’t miss.

They pressed the knife deeper, cut after cut. To show their determination, they held nothing back, even putting in an extra effort to ensure their cuts were deep. Fiona tilted her head back, tears streaming down her face, but not a trace of humanity stirred in them. The sound of the blade slicing through flesh rang clearly in the silent room, mingling with Fiona’s cries.

Blade then crouched in front of the two women as they groaned in agony. "This is the final warning," Blade declared, her voice laced with menace, "Do not speak to me as if we are equals. I surpass both of you in every way, and if you ever disrespect me again, I will personally ensure that you pay dearly, perhaps by cutting off your tongues and serving them to you."

"I am more awake than I ever have been. And I am disgusted by you." My mate applies pressure to the knife. He pushes it closer to me, but purposely doesn't give it enough strength to kill me. "I love you." Is all I could think of. "You only love yourself." With his nostrils flaring, and his lips pierced he pushes the blade through the surface of my skin. The pain is immeasurable.