Banter Knife Novels & Stories

Too small. I look at the other weapons, well, more like knives. We have kitchen knife, cleaver knife, carving knife, santoku knife, paring knife, then tomato knife, then a fork. not your normal fancy fork, No, a two way fork. Lastly, my personal favourite, chain saw machine, all coated with silver, than touched with silver sulfide.

It's practical for jobs like this, flexible enough for quick movements, tight enough to conceal the tools of my trade without restricting a sudden draw or twist. The romper's zipper runs low, exposing just enough cleavage to distract if needed, but tonight it's all about efficiency, not seduction. The knives at my waist shift with each deliberate step I take two slim throwing blades, balanced perfectly for a mid-air spin that could pin a fly to a wall from twenty feet, and one serrated beast for when things get up close and messy, the kind that tears flesh more than it slices clean. They click faintly against my hips, a rhythmic, almost comforting reminder that I'm always armed, always ready

The banquet served not only as a social gathering but as a strategic display of power and dominance. In the present, Vincenzo stood from his chair, the weight of the previous night's success still fresh in his mind. He moved to a display case in his office, his eyes falling on a dagger that had been a part of his life since childhood. It was a beautifully crafted weapon, its blade gleaming with a deadly edge, the hilt inlaid with intricate designs.

“Breathe babe. You got it?” My fingertips brushed leather. Boot. I hooked two fingers under the cuff, tugged. The knife was tucked in the inner side pocket…small, folding, serrated edge. I got it. The blade slid free with a soft click. We both let out the same relieved breath. “Yes,” Agnes hissed. “You beautiful, brilliant and smart bitch.” “Shh,” I snapped. “Keep your mouth shut. We don’t want to draw attention.” She went quiet instantly.

Perfect. One of his ribs had just broken. Now he would believe me. “You bitch!” Barnett snarled, trying to rise. The murderous look on his face suggested that he wanted to snap my neck, which amused me. “Before your wolf can heal that broken rib,” I said coolly, spinning the bloodstained dagger between my fingers, “my knife can slit your throat.” The blade still carried traces of my father’s blood. I wouldn’t mind killing one more person tonight. “What do you want?” Barnett asked cautiously.

We just passed the 12 weeks mark. “Rissa and Gabe will help you practice and get used to it.” I just nodded and pulled the knife from its sheath. It was beautiful in its own deadly way. I didn’t know shit about knives, but I was sure you can kill pretty easily with a blade like this. “The blade is a high density silver alloy, so don’t cut yourself,” Gabriel chimed in. “I won’t.” I gave him an offended look as I put the blade back and closed the box on it.

His eyes wandered to the pen knife that his brother was holding. “Is that the weapon you brought?” “Yes,” Zayn lowered his eyes to the thing in between his fingers and explained, “This pen knife was made out of silver and dipped in Growsbane. You should know that it is more than enough to take away your life if I desire it.”

“Do you still have the ankle holster?” “Yes, but I can’t take your Ka-Bar.” “Why not?” He bent and rolled up her pant leg. “Because if I lose it...” Chantal reached out and tried to stop him. “Gage—you said it yourself—it’s your most prized—” “No. You’re my most prized… well, not possession. Treasure.” He slipped the knife into its new home and fiddled with the Velcro strap. “The Ka-Bar is large, but it will hold.”

They were cold against my palms, the weight grounding me. I moved to the weapons rack. A row of knives and blades. Batons lined the wall. My hand hovered, then settled on a serrated knife with a silver edge. The blade was long enough to cut through enhanced skin if it had to. I tested its balance. I flipped it in my hand. I felt the pull of gravity against it. Perfect.

Infront of me , on my lap , five throwing knives lay on the rough material being held in place by little rubber bands attached to the fabric . My eyes lit up when I seen the colour . They were turquoise. A big smile instantly appeared on my face as I admired the knives , that each one , slowly got smaller as my eyes ran across them . I touched the edge of the knife , getting a little paper cut . The knives were really sharp , and I could see symbol on the knives . It was an Ace symbol . It was small and simplistic but I really liked it.