Billy Loomis Knife Novels & Stories

a trader he worked in an abbatore and sell meat to meat lovers, he was the biggest boy in the trade, he was popular for the business and many were his customers, few days after he returned from the party, people had he was back at business and had came to patronise him, he had many staffs that worked with him and had a big knife he used in making deferent sizes of meats, so that people can purchase according to their financial strength, by one morning he could not locate where his favorite knife was and had searched everywhere for it but could not see it, and when the cue was getting longer he asked his workers to get him any sharp knife that he may help with the cutting, his boy brought a

One of the warriors spoke up, “Gamma Rory, I saw our Luna. She is bad ass. The mess she left behind took a long time to clean up.” Right. Some of the folks here saw the fight. I’m surprised they are not scared of me. Maybe because they are wolves or warriors. Who knows. I don’t want anyone to be afraid of me anyway. “I need a minute to set up.” I said as I dropped my bag on the bench. I opened the duffel and grabbed the thigh holsters and strapped them in. Then I grabbed some of the hand throwing knives and secured them in place before grabbing my scabbard. From there, the only knife different from my kabar knives is the bowie. It’s longer at sixteen inches. Then I grabbed my sheath for my w

One of the warriors spoke up, “Gamma Rory, I saw our Luna. She is bad ass. The mess she left behind took a long time to clean up.” Right. Some of the folks here saw the fight. I’m surprised they are not scared of me. Maybe because they are wolves or warriors. Who knows. I don’t want anyone to be afraid of me anyway. “I need a minute to set up.” I said as I dropped my bag on the bench. I opened the duffel and grabbed the thigh holsters and strapped them in. Then I grabbed some of the hand throwing knives and secured them in place before grabbing my scabbard. From there, the only knife different from my kabar knives is the bowie. It’s longer at sixteen inches. Then I grabbed my sheath for my w

Th handle was made from the horn of a mule deer and the thin blade flashed in the moonlight as Bolivar carefully drew i back and forth across the whetstone, spitting on the stone now and then to dampen its surface Although Newt liked Bolivar and considered him a friend, the fact that Bol felt it necessary to sharpen the knife ever night made him a little nervous. Mr. Gus’s constant joking about bandits—although Newt knew it was joking—had it effect. It was a mystery to him why Bol sharpened the knife every single night, since he never cut anything with it. Whe

He raised his two hands up, showing some form of surrender, but I knew better, I wasn't stupid to take his lack of weapon for his surrender or weakness. He cocked his head sideways grinning like an idiot which I know he isn't. “What will you do dear Lora. Fillet me like salmon.” “I'm serious” “So am I.” He gave me a cocky smile that twisted my stomach. And continued. “That knife is Henckels. Eight inch chef’s knife. Sharp enough to cut through bone if you knew what you were doing.” He took one more step closer and my breath hitched, it felt like I was slowly closing the lid to my own coffin.

"You can't run from the Loom, Rebecca!" The voice boomed from the sky. I looked up and saw Ada, but she was twenty feet tall, her face a distorted mask of porcelain and thorns poking out of her skin. She was wielding a giant pair of silver scissors, the blades snapping shut with a sound like a guillotine. Snip. Snip. Snip. "Joshua doesn't want a saint," she hissed, her shadow stretching over me like a shroud. "He wants a wife. And you... you’re just a loose thread that should be taken care of."

Then slowly, Beta Liam put the bowl that he had been holding in his palms right onto the small table that was in the middle between him and James there now. Beta Liam started to open the sheath of a small gold knife which was also placed right on the table, and made the knife shiny. The knife that had not been used for years, was finally taken out of its storage area right now. Beta Liam looked at the knife with the look in his eyes that looked very deep, and turned glazed. Beta Liam himself really remembers the last time he was brave with a sense of pride he felt when he used that knife. And that is when he tries to save the former Luna. But today, Beta Liam started looking at the knife wit

Meyer trailed off. "AND?" I snapped. "He killed him. Billy killed Tate. He stabbed him 24 times. We have no idea how he got the knife. They were all searched when they came in. No one has been here to see Billy or Tate. He won't talk to us. When we found them, he just kept saying one thing, "I will only talk to Layla. She's the only one I will see." We need to find out where he got the knife. It's a huge security breach and I need to make sure that it never happens again and that there isn't more people in danger." Meyer finished. I heard Layla gasp and I looked at her. She wore a mask of confusion and anguish.

Lenny said. Billy was deep in thought, then whistled under his breath. “Damn, that’s an insane amount to us normal folk though.” “That’s why we’re going to have to tighten security even more. I don’t think this will be a lone incident,” Dez said, throwing the pliers back on the table. He started to examine the knives, but then Lenny looked over his shoulder and picked up a single toothpick. It wasn’t a tool for torture, but a discarded one from the lunch the omegas brought up earlier in the day.

I will not forgive myself if he has bad things. Elias wanted one punch to end the fight, but Lorne did a flip on the ground and jumped up. His speed was twice as fast as before; from inside his belt, he took out two specially designed knives. The shape is strange but extremely sharp; even a few hundred meters away, I can still see the blade glowing.