Your Words Cut Deep Deeper Than Any Blade Novels & Stories

I felt cold when I heard those words. The blade is made using sacrifice rather than fire. The future won't be rescued until the blood of the past meets the hands of the present. The words weighed heavily on my chest as I swallowed. This was not the end of it. Not even close.

“I begged. I was kneeling on the ground, saying I was sorry. I meant every word... but he didn't care. He was heartless, like always.” I swallowed hard. “He told me to hold out my hand. He said he’d leave a mark so I’d remember where I belong.” “He used a blade,” I whispered. “Pressed it in slowly. Dragged it. Not deep enough to kill, just deep enough to make me scream. He said this is how freedom feels—when it’s being cut out of you.” Something in Jacob’s voice cracked as a growl slipped out. I didn’t turn; tears were already running down my face.

Next, I press the blade against my wrist and slice, the pain a welcome distraction from the ache in my heart. With each passing moment, my strength begins to wane, the world around me fading into a blur as my blood seeps into the grass below. As darkness threatens to consume me, I muster the last remnants of my fading consciousness and call out to my mates, the desperation in my voice echoing through the silent night. It's a dangerous gamble, one born out of despair and desperation, but in that moment, I have nothing left to lose. All I can do is cling to the fragile hope that they will hear my plea and come to my aid before it's too late. And he also comes too.

His words had sliced through me with a sharpened sword, leaving nothing but a gaping wound in the place we should be. My chest burned, my eyes opening and closing to prevent the blur that was rapidly spreading in my eyes. The air was suddenly too thin for me to breathe in and my fingers clawed desperately at my chest, trying to burrow deep and tear out the essence of my life, but I had to know.

But I knew that no words could heal the deep wound that had been carved into my soul. The air was thick with grief as the name "Jade" echoed through the once-peaceful room. The cries of her name were almost unbearable, each utterance laced with pain and despair that sent shivers down my spine. I felt as though my very soul was threatened by the mournful sound, as if it were trying to leave my body to escape the heart-wrenching scene that lay before me.

"Our love is stronger than death, remember? I love you, with every fiber of my being, I love you." This couldn’t be real. He desperately wanted to wake up, her asleep in his arms, all of this some horrid nightmare and nothing else. But the blade that lowered to her chest was very real. He saw her mouth form the words 'I love you' and his heart shattered. The knife cut into her flesh, and a pain like none he had ever felt before, seared through him. He could hear screaming, but hadn't realized he himself was yelling out in pain. He doubled over, as what felt like fire seared his flesh and made his vision blur.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Her words sliced deeply into my heart. I am not good enough for her. Those words swirled in my brain. I wasn’t prepared to hear that. And it hurt like hell. So excruciating that it felt like I was shredded alive. I couldn’t see straight. Everything around me blurred in a haze, and my world suddenly spun around me.

The blade was buried straight in her heart. "You—"

“Stronger than I expected. Maybe your blood really is what they say it is.” “Keep talking,” I growled, my breathing rough. “See where it gets you.” He smiled again, raising his blade. “The truth always bleeds its way out.” He charged. Our knives clashed, sparks flying in the dim light. His movements were precise, practiced. I blocked his strikes, countered with my own, until one slipped past my defense and cut deep into my side. I staggered but didn’t fall. Pain shot through me, but I used it — let it sharpen my focus.