Banter Knife Novels & Stories

I haven’t seen her for over a year, and after everything she’s been through, I didn’t really have a clue where to start. Then I remembered her fight. Her skill in the ring. The training she completed at the academy, and how beautifully lethal she is when she moves. My gift isn’t romantic, but then it shouldn’t be. I’m not her mate. This is something more appropriate. Something useful. Something as lethal as she is. Xander told us how incredible she was when she demonstrated throwing knives back at Blood Moon, so I had twelve custom throwing knives made for her. They have silver tips, curved blades, and bone and wood handles. They’re smaller than average, but I hope they’ll fit her hands well

We were prepared, and everything would be fine. With a steady hand, I took out the three small blades I was going to have attached to my garter. Even with my wolf and Aurora’s protective bubble, I felt better knowing I would have a few other options. After my times in the games, I figured it was better to be prepared. I also had a few small vials of antivenom, anti bane in case I needed it. They were currently on a gold chain that I was going to have around my neck, ready for any potential danger that may come my way.

His gaze flickered briefly to Selene, seated on the bench with her bandaged arm. Selene straightened at his look, but Kael turned away quickly. “I don’t tolerate mistakes that bleed.” The words settled heavy in the air. Kael lifted his sword. “Lucan.” Lucan stepped forward with a small grin, rolling his shoulders as he grabbed a blade. “You sure you want me as your example?” Kael didn’t answer. The ring widened as wolves cleared the space. “Attack me,” Kael ordered. Lucan did, lunging forward with sharp, clean strikes. Kael deflected them so easily, that he almost seemed lazy. His movements were precise, each block and counter perfectly timed, one hand behind his back.

The man chuckled, this time pulling out a knife alongside the gun. "Should I send you a photo too?" He teased. "Ew, no!" Betty quickly declined. "I love my sanity. Leave the nasty details to Amanda and your sick self," He rolled his eyes, amused by her hypocrisy. She was by far one of the most twisted people he had ever worked with. "Alright. If you say so," He replied, adding an axe to the growing pile of weapons."Now, when are you sending my payment with that 'fat' bonus?"

She slammed her palm on the door yelling for help. "You're not leaving here alive, Caterina," Freddy grunted, breathing heavily. I gripped the dagger tightly. It was the hint of home and comfort that I needed to woman the fuck up and take down Freddy. "You'll die a very ugly and slow death." "Not if I kill you first." I charged first, dagger in my hand. The dagger was the only thing I have that was from my mother. My father gave it to me when I was six, said it was a Larinovan Charter, its blade made of steel and its hilt made of gold. I tried to stab him in the stomach, but he backed away before I could hit his flesh. I striked again, feet firmly on the ground. I scraped his forearm a littl

"Steph, it’s perfect. I love it. Thank you." Bento was next. "Alright, my turn." He handed me a sleek black box. "Open it." Inside was a pen with my name engraved, "It's not a pen. It's a weapon. It has a laser to cut through anything. It has a knife and it can shoot." Wow. "I love it." I said, holding the pen up. "Thank you, Bento." Riccardo stepped forward then, his expression unreadable as he handed me a smaller box.

he said and sip his drink. "One more"he order the bartender. "Why?"I asks. "Young lady, let stop the conversation"he pay the bartender and walk away and I follow him immediately. "Kelvin"I shouted getting people off my way. "Vendetta"I heard someone call my name and I turn to see Tessa walking my way and Kelvin turn. "Vendetta?, that your name?" "Where is your_"Tessa was interrupted by me. "Let talk later"I shun her off and she stare at Kelvin before walking away.

I nodded and went to work seeing which one I seemed to have a gift for. I was sweating from every pore on my small body I had found a liking to the short sword and a katana. Blake thought it would be fitting to add some throwing knives. Sarin and Carden were already and Blake was all dressed to the nines for this battle. My brothers were on the far side of the room sheathing their weapons. My body was still flowing with raging angry power therefore my tattoos were a bright healthy glow.

He replied while pointing at the knives they're holding each. Klyde chuckles and shook his head. "Sorry, Baxter but we decided not to give you our knife, not unless we see you kill someone for us. Instead..." He hand his a wrench with a size of an adult's arm. "... here you go, this thing is enough to kill." Baxter accepted it and almost drop it on the floor. "It's heavy." He commented and earn a group of laugh from them. "I'll give you an award if you got a kill from that family." The Asian nods his head like he's encouraging him.

Fury surged in him as he laughed and taunted her, "Since you hate me that much, why don't you just kill me?" "Shut up!" Hannah exerted a little force on the knife in her hand as she said in a cold voice, "Do you think I won't kill you?" She didn't know how Connor managed to bring the knife into the banquet. The knife was surprisingly sharp. It had sliced through the skin on Connor's neck. Blood was now dripping along his slender neck and falling on his white suit collar.