Banter Knife Novels & Stories

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.

What the hell was this man talking about? "I already told you before, I am not giving you my uncle's money. Whatever he had going on before is done now and I have no interest in it. This… all of this… is done. If you don't stop harassing me then I am going to call the police," Bethany said, with just enough strength and conviction in her voice that I believed her. "Really?" the new man said with an evil grin. "Yes, really," she snapped back. He stalked towards us and brandished the wickedest-looking knife I had ever seen. The world became drowned out as I continued to stare at the silvery glinting object. I feared for Bethany, but it was not Bethany in his eyesight I realized at the last min

They are also both armed with wolfsbane filled dart guns, and 2 silver knives each. Ansel is wearing black cargo shorts, and a black tee shirt. He is armed with a set of silver throwing knifes, and a gun that shoots either deadmans blood or witches brew, depending on which one he loads into it. I am wearing knee high boots, loaded with throwing knives. A black skirt that is hiding 2 sets of throwing stars. A white tee shirt under my black leather jacket, which holds two small guns, one loaded with deadmans blood, the other with wolfsbane.

Before I could tease him about it, he pulled something else out, having me look at him in surprise. “It’s an OTF knife. Keep it on you at all times when you’re there.” He kneeled and slid the garter band on me and placed the knife securely into the band. “It eases my mind if you have something to defend yourself with. And no, you’re not getting a gun. Not yet. You handle the knife better.” He immediately said when I was about to ask him. But he was right. I was better with a knife than with a gun at the moment.

“Okay, I’m ready.” Everyone is looking at me like I’m crazy. Well, I’m Latina, so it’s an occupational hazard either way. I shake it off, get focused, and throw my Kukri straight to the bull’s eye of the standalone target. Then I move to my smaller knives and hit all of the hanging targets while moving to my seven inch parkerized knife. With a flick of the wrist in the right angle I managed to slice through three targets before rolling forward and reaching for my bowie to stab the final target at the opposite side of the room.

I blinked up at him. “Not very.” He tilted his head. “But?” I shrugged slightly. “I bought a couple knives when Mel took me to Aetherion.” His brow lifted. “Did you.” I felt my face heat slightly. “They looked useful.” Bastian chuckled softly. “That’s one way to decide.” He pulled two short training knives from the rack and walked back toward the mats. “Show me.” I stood and took one of them. The blade was dull steel, designed for practice, but it still felt strange holding it.

Before he could register what was happening, he immediately saw several types of creatures run in with shouts of war and at the same time, saw the leaders who didn’t wish to be involved, leave them meeting. Each soldier/warrior in front of him had wolfsbane coated on their swords and every single tool they planned to use. The sight sickened him as much as it cracked him up. He had never been more grateful for his secrecy because one important thing they did nit know was that wolfsbane, almost had zero effect on him, and that is if their swords would manage to touch him. The clans present and in support of this were only three: the vampires, the bears and the shifters.

They hadn't expected the opportunity to come so soon. Now that they had the layout and guard intel in hand, didn't that mean that they would know exactly where the three Stantons were? "What are we waiting for? Let's move out." Butcher pulled out a suitcase. When he opened it, it revealed not clothes, but weapons. He'd packed a full deck. There was even a rocket launcher. Suffice it to say, he was a walking arsenal. He had assembled a complex sniper rifle in a matter of seconds. Nightingale, Specter, and Predator each drew their own preferred weapons.

They were here to extort him. What was more, the driving records were switched on? "What the hell is that?" "Brat, take advantage of the fact that I am not angry to quickly take out two hundred thousand. Otherwise, this day next year will be the anniversary of your death!" The bald gangster directly took out a shining Swiss army knife from his arms. Crack! Everyone was shocked. The Swiss army knife was brand new. If it really hit him, even if he didn't die, he would be seriously injured.