Your Words Cut Deep Deeper Than Any Blade Novels & Stories

He stood by the bedside, looking down at the withered, broken old man. He leaned in, his voice a cold whisper against the ear covered in burn scars. "Grandfather, you always said that a dull blade cuts the deepest." "So, stay alive a little longer. Don't miss a single second." "You don't get to leave until you've felt every ounce of the pain you've earned."

The words cut off. Blade. Clean. Precise. Cedric didn’t move. Didn’t react. Didn’t… My breathing slowed. Too slow. Too controlled. Something wasn’t right. That wasn’t betrayal. That was.. My fingers tightened. “That was execution.” The word slipped out before I could stop it. Low. Rough. Unwelcome. Because it changed things. Too much. The scene shifted again. Pulled away. Dragged deeper. Toward me. The child. Curled into what little shelter I had left.

"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.

His words broke apart into another ragged cry as I dragged the blade higher. Please? Sorry? Those words held no meaning anymore. He should have thought about this before messing with me. I worked slowly. I wanted him to feel it. Every inch. Every slice. Skin peeled back in trembling strips under my hand. His chest heaved, his face blotched red, sweat rolling in thick streams down his temples. His mouth gaped wide, spitting out broken sobs, his words blurring together—pleading, bargaining, promising things he couldn’t deliver.

These words stung me, a painful torrent that defied description. But before I could answer, Visha turned a frosty gaze on me, her tone suddenly rising to scream. Remember her voice, I thought, as the words of Visha cut into me like some knife. "Stop calling, please stop behaving as if you care," she said, her voice laced with venom, each word a dagger aimed directly at my heart.

I don't what happened to me when I heard his inhumane words stabbing me again and again. As if one sharp thrust was not enough, he would take the knife out and then hit me again in the same spot until I bleed to death. It's not necessary to kill someone physically with a weapon, one can do the same damage with thier words just like Arnold did to me in that moment. There was no reflection of emotions on my face or either my eyes watered. I was numb as I walked out of the door.

I pressed the blade to his skin, not cutting, not yet, just letting him feel the cold promise of it His lips twisted into a grin as he stared deep into my eyes, no hint of fear In his eyes. I clicked my tongue, dragging the blade down his skin just enough to split him, my teeth gritted as I dug it deeper into his skin just above the place he had a wound. His scream ripped through the room, and it was like a sweet music to my ears

Her words were like a slap, stinging my skin and leaving a pain that I couldn't shake. I felt a familiar ache in my chest. Her words cut deeper than I'd ever admit, slicing into my defenses and exposing the raw, vulnerable flesh beneath. I wanted to scream, to rage against the how badly I got treated, to remind her that this was my home too, that my father was the Alpha, that I had once been loved and cherished.

I drag the blade across his face, leavin’ a crimson line in its wake. “Hunt. Catch. Kill. Take them all to the devil, one by one,” I sing, my voice low and twisted as I carve down his chest. Wesley screams, thrashin’ in my grip, but it only makes me press harder, the knife slicin’ through his skin like butter. His blood splatters across the balcony, stainin’ the stone beneath our feet, but I barely notice. I’m lost in the madness, in the sweet, sweet sound of his agony. “Slice by slice, drip by drip,” I growl, my mind spiralin’ deeper into the chaos. “Feed the beast that never sleeps.” The blade moves faster, cuttin’ deeper, as his screams grow weaker, his body losin’ strength.

Aldrake said, his words shattering her heart. His words sliced through her heart like a thousand shards of glass, each one cutting deeper into her soul. Tears streamed down her face, a torrent of pain and despair that she couldn't contain. She trembled, her entire being shattering under the weight of his cruel words. It was as if the very foundation of her world had been ripped apart, leaving her gasping for air, unable to process the brutal truth that had just been laid bare.