Banter Knife Novels & Stories

I raised my hand and distanced myself away from their judging eyes. Eight and Four also moved to a corner, exchanging murmurs. In my spot, I could see Eight handing Four my knife. Then Four gave me a measuring look before taking his eyes back on the knife in his hands. I knew he was balancing between facts and his gut feels. But I also knew my alibi was rock solid. The butterfly knife that I had will never let me down. It has the word ‘hunter’ intricately drawn on its blade. And besides, he couldn’t kill me now that we already have a sacrificial lamb. The favor was still on me.

a sympathetic brother uttered. The men were near the burnt palace premises now, following Jonah behind. There was the sound of someone coming through a partially charred door. It was kept ajar. A young man strode out from it. He stood a few yards away from the men. He was difficult to identify; for his face was partly covered in blood. When he came close, the men cringed in fright, for he wore a skirt of bearskin like theirs. From his belly to his head was bare save for the blood that covered his face, and he had in his right hand, a glittering sword, which he held upward, keeping its sharpest tip above his head. With his left hand, he held a man’s head which had been cut off from the body.

While Gavin took Machine Guns such as bren machine gun,hotchkiss machine gun and MG42 Mag machine gun. Just like Cardo also picked the outstanding Schwarzlose machine gun, an AK-47 and tanto point a dagger class. Kulas took the assault rifle, a 6-inch stainless steel blade Ontario MK-3 Navy Knife and ammunition. "Woahh khez babes you look beautiful and at the same time you're scary"He's laughing at me after he said it to me afterwards he place it carefully. "so I won't bother you anymore"he added and turn to our busy companion.

The stain wasn’t obvious but I could smell the strong rusty scent of it. “Sir, I don’t think they are from Moonraven. They don’t have the mark the members of Moonraven pack have.” Moonraven was my pack. And Bentley was right. We have marks that proved us as members of Moonraven. “Maybe Benedict has a secret cavalry or whatsoever to do this kind of dirty jobs without staining his name,” Calix deduced. “All of them have this weapon,” Bentley showed a small knife, like a dagger, with a mark of a crowned snake on its handle.

Cleaner than a scandal. Sabatine didn’t waste breath on questions. He moved to a section of the bookshelf, pressed a hidden catch, and a panel slid back, revealing a compact arsenal. He tossed a sleek, compact submachine gun to Anton, who caught it with the ease of a man who had taken the lessons of Geneva to heart. Sabatine took another for himself, along with extra magazines and two flashbang grenades. “Voss’s team?” Anton asked, checking the weapon’s charge.

the bastard began pleading even before I had said a word. I turned around, shifting my attention back to Valentina, who was trembling in fear. Her wide eyes met mine, and she sucked in a shaky breath, forcing herself to speak. “W-what are you doing, Alexander? Why would you bind a man to a chair?” she asked, her voice trembling as much as her hands. “Just because,” I shrugged, strolling over to the table, my fingers grazing the various knives laid out before me. So many choices. I selected the Buck 110—it was sharp, efficient, and easy to handle.

he exclaimed angrily, throwing a knife at my feet. I sniffed, grabbed the knife, and held it in my hands; it was a silver butterfly knife with curved edges. A sad memory immediately played before my eyes. My bastard of a dad used to own the same knife. A knife he loved to play with when I was young. The same knife he used to threaten us every time he got used up with his drinking.

“Sit down.” “Penelope, he’s—” “Sit down,” I repeat, my eyes locking onto Khalani’s greasy forehead. “Did you walk across the floor just to bark, Khalani? Because the noise is giving me a headache.” “Not just to talk,” Khalani says. His hand moves to his leather belt. There is a sharp, metallic click. A heavy, jagged hunting knife drops onto the table, the moonstone blade driving two inches deep into the wood. The silver-white edge gleams under the blue neon lights of the bar.

"You think you're fit to lead the Bratva? You're just as weak as your father." The venom in his voice pushed me over the edge. "You done?" Fuck talking. We were past that. Both of us drew knives – nasty pieces of work, serrated, designed to not just kill but mangle. My blade curved with the presence of a fucking machete. Pull this baby out, and it'd drag your guts with it. Our knives met with a grating clash of metal on metal. Sparks flew, mirroring the ferocious energy between us. He lunged, aiming straight for my heart. I sidestepped and swung, my blade singing as it sliced through the air and cleanly severed three of Viktor' fingers.

,said Scarlett with a smirk "W-what are you talking about?" "The sword of Bane....it has the power of bringing back the dead. It can reunite you to your dead family, Zane",said Scarlett. "Now....tell me everything and don't leave out anything, or try to lie.... because I'll know"