Your Words Cut Deep Deeper Than Any Blade Novels & Stories

Then I lower the blade. Silently, tilting my head with fascination I watch as his pale skin quickly oozes ruby. It can’t just be a skin wound, I remind myself. I have to go deeper. I push a little further, the cut now two inches across his stomach. Breathing steadily, hypnotised by my act of highest treason I am lost, mesmerised by the blood. Don’t stop until it’s gushing, I remind myself. His wolf might be able to heal so we need to go deep-

My patience went over the edge like a dry twig yielding under pressure. "You know nothing" rolled out of me, deep and cold, like a blade of sound cleaving through the night. It wasn't deafening, and it needn't have been. It settled like lead into their bones, visibly sending shivers down their spines. I could see their shoulders hunched; I could see the gasping breaths."And therefore, you have no right to stand before me and spill filth." Before the words finished drifting away, I was practically there. My sword, being my very arm, felt heavy in my grasp and thirsty for blood. It sliced through the air, through the skin and the man fell dead, the head separated from the body.

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.

Words never left my mouth—just hoarse gasps, choking sounds that no one could hear over the chaos. Then the pain came. Sharp. Sudden. Fire tearing through skin. Something slid across my back—once, then again. Not a punch, not a shove. A blade. The edge carved through me, hot blood spilling beneath my jumpsuit. I screamed without sound, my mouth wide, my body jerking. Another slice. My arm. My chest. My ribs. The knife cut again and again, each strike a promise fulfilled. I fought—God, I fought—but every movement drained me. My fists slammed against his sides, my knees tried to drive into his stomach, but the strength bled out with the warmth pouring from my wounds. My vision blurred, silver

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.

All that was left was the silence of someone who has been stabbed so deep that even reacting would make it worse. I rest my head against the door and sob until the alcohol drags me under, until I ended up passing out while sitting out there, guarding a door that she won’t even open, clutching the wreckage of words that I can’t take back. And when morning comes, I know it will definitely be different. Because some words don’t fade. Some words stay and they also destroy. And I’ve just ended up destroying the one thing I have left to lose—her

Amara Pain makes you honest. My knees buckled as her blade caught me in the ribs, the edge sharp with something more than steel. It sliced through skin and memory. I gasped, vision doubling for a second. The blood running down my side felt colder than it should’ve. Fracture-blades didn’t just cut the body. They cut the soul. She smirked as I staggered. “You thought love would shield you?” “No,” I panted, straightening. “I thought I didn’t need to be shielded anymore.”