Your Words Cut 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.

“Let us pretend that that was just a moment of weakness. It should never happen again!” God knows I am bleeding inside, my very own words cutting through my poor heart like a double-edged dagger. This is deep. This is so strong.

The obsidian blade goes through the grey Harvester’s plate as though the plate is warm wax, and the cut does not slow at the armor the way every law of the physical world says it should, because the engine is at full and full means the blade carries my entire frequency into the steel ahead of the edge, and the steel forgets, for one impossible instant, how to be solid.

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.

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.

She screams in my head. The faster I am cutting myself, the faster I am healing. “You won’t even allow me die? What else do you want from me, haven’t you taken enough and made me miserable enough??” I stagger and land on the ground. The blade in my hand falls away as I cry out. I press my eyes hard as tears continue to flush out.

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.

“Good things become a two-edged sword that cuts a warrior to his soul when he can’t protect them.” The pain in his voice was so deep and full of disgust that, though she stood with her arms wrapped around him, she wondered if she could reach him at all.

Is being a pole dancer just because of my needs that sinful. Tears were continuously falling from my eyes.I placed my palms on my face breaking into loud cry. I fell on my knees and cried harder. How am I even still alive after hearing those words. How can someone’s fate this cruel. I never wanted this life. I never wanted anything bad. Then why this is happening to me. Why. Sometimes words leaving tongue can be sharper than a knife. Knife can hurt you but words can break you apart. Like his words broke her completely. _______________________ Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback. Spread the purple heart.

“You were choosing a knife. A blade to cut down all your enemies. Am I wrong?” He saw right through me. He was right. All my calm was a façade. I needed him, the sharpest blade of all. I didn’t deny it. Suddenly, he smiled, a low, pleased sound. “Good. I like your honesty.” His thumb brushed lightly across my lips, the rough pad of his thumb sending a jolt of heat through me. “But have you considered,” he whispered, “that a blade can cut the one who wields it?” The air was stolen from my lungs.