Belt With Hidden Knife Novels & Stories

I better not piss him any further. "Okay, you win, just go." "I asked you, who are you?" His hand reached to his belt and I saw a hidden knife. Damnit, he had a weapon.

I tell him. "But... I do have an idea..." I say. I leave the bathroom, walking into the closet to get dressed. I wear a knee length black skirt, which hides the 4 knife garters I have, 2 on each leg. I put on a bright red shirt, and my leather jacket. I take out my knives from Ansel's safe, and load all my hidden knife holders, then I dig out my belt from my bag, adding a holster for my gun and a few holders for throwing stars.

Finally, she felt herself wanting to stop before one of them. She examined it, and saw nothing out of the ordinary. Caitlin was about to look elsewhere, but Ruth sat there, whining at it, not letting her leave. Caitlin looked again. As she examined the intricate design of the lid, the small figure of a knight carved into it, the folded hands outlined on the stone, the armor, the belt, she realized something. There was a slot in the belt, notched into the stone. Just wide enough, she realized, to hold a dagger.

She, too, held out something. “What is it?” Stefanie picked up the slender object made out of some strange material. About the length and width of her finger with a clip on the end, it fit into the palm of her hand. “A knife you can hide practically anywhere. I thread it through my hair like an oriental stick. Squeeze the buttons on both sides at the bottom and the blade will eject from the top. But as Prescott said at Bunker Hill, ‘Don’t fire until you see the whites of their eyes.’ Literally.”

The two other security types started out angry then slowly evolved into a guarded curiosity. "Is this really necessary?" Elsa groused as I took off her belt. I showed her the garrote I found in the folds of the leather accessory. She refused to be apologetic in the least. Beyond the obvious weapons, she had the garrote, 8 small knives and a back-up pistol holstered at the small of her back.

rounded, I realise that this isn't a knife at all. It's a dagger. Instinctively I look back down into the box in my left hand, finally noticing a slung belt of soft looking hide with a shaped sheath attached to it. There's also a second tiny sheath beside it. My breath hitches on my throat, and finally I look up. “Fenric,” I rasp. “It's for your safety,” he rumbles. “The belt will hold the dagger solidly by your hip and won’t chafe easily. I punched the holes myself."

Wanting to avoid the subject I asked her how the dress looked and held out the extra fabric that hung from my waist. “It's a bit loose, but it hides your belt and will do. I would find another way to hide the knife unless you plan on lifting your dress to retrieve it,” she said softly, and I laughed. “I will, but the special blade must be hidden from Aspen, or he will know what the weapon is for,” I muttered sourly. Nodding, my mom suggested that I wear the belt on the outside and not remove the knife unless I planned on using it; then, when he saw it would be too late.

He heard Alea quietly imploring Hyaun to protect him on the battlefield and bring him back safely. In the meantime he closed the vest with the buckles and put the wide belt back on. The small Zhangha pouch and knife were always close at hand. The pouch had just been refilled in the temple and contained another privilege that only Hyaun's warriors were entitled to. Finally Roman stuck the belt of the broadsword over his shoulder again, and Alea handed him the hood made of black fabric, which the warriors pulled over their helmets in bad weather. Roman folded it and tucked it in his belt.

‘That is the main priority right now. With a swift movement, she put the phone back and then proceeded to adjust the sleeves of her uniform blouse while discreetly pushing the safety button of her mini crossbow—this disables the crossbow— that there is n needle in the firing cartridge and that the launching stage of the crossbow was concealed entirely to the training wrist wrap that was fashioned into a metal form. Making it easier to hide the metal mini crossbow and yet no one would suspect as it was hidden inside her sleeves and that if people did see it, they would think that it was just a simple wrist wrap.

Calculated. Every muscle in my body went taut beneath the blankets. My fingers twitched closer to my chest, where the chain of my necklace rested against my collarbone. The necklace looked harmless, sentimental even, but it was far more than decoration. With practiced ease, I slid my fingers beneath the chain and tugged at the small latch that released the hidden blade—thin, sharp, and deadly despite its size. I kept my breathing even, feigning the rise and fall of someone drifting in half-sleep. The footsteps drew closer, each one scraping against the floor with just enough weight to grate on my nerves. Whoever it was, they thought I was out cold. A mistake.