Bloodborne Saw Cleaver Novels & Stories

Everyone at the scene witnessed the sight, and it terrified them so much that they took three steps back. "Rank… Rank 9 Zombies?" Sergio's eyes were wide open. 'Seven Rank 9 Zombies, how is this even possible? 'Not to mention, there are 18 Rank 6 Sharp-Clawed Zombies!!!' What terrified Sergio even more was the saber in Lucas' right hand, the tower in his left hand, and the red clock before him. He had once seen the blueprint of the Ten Legendary Weapons. After giving it a thorough thought, his body started to tremble.

Luca mercilessly cut his victim's neck with a razor-sharp knife. Its blood dripped into the tiled sink, and some splattered on his rag clothes and plastic apron. His unfortunate victim twitched, and was eventually killed. From the tools pouch, Luca took an electric meat saw and faced the victim again. When the blood stopped flowing from its neck, he began to cut the victim's neck. Too much blood flowed again from the headless victim. He then sliced open its stomach to remove the flesh inside, but he hadn't finished when he heard a series of knocks on the stainless door of the room where he was. Luca turned away from what he was doing and grudgingly opened the door.

There was a set of very expensive binoculars, Some vials that looked like poison, and herbs wrapped in decaying animal skins, and then he showed them the knife, It was about ten inches long and it had layers of blood on it, but the blade was kept clean and razor sharp. "We need Kira," Ryker decided. As they attempted to clean her, she became violent, biting a guard, her venom burned in his wounds. "She has Venom! he screamed. "She's one of our's," Blaze whispered. They resorted to using a water hose and throwing soapy water on her, to clean her.

Their eyes were covered by tactical visors stitched directly into their skulls. "Target not found," the lead Sweeper said. Its voice was digitized, stripping away any humanity. "Obstacle identified. Beta-class lifeform. Remove." "Come and get it, you ugly bastards," Marcus spat. He opened fire. The rifle barked, sending a stream of 5.56mm rounds into the lead Sweeper’s chest. Sparks flew. The bullets didn't penetrate; they flattened against the grey skin and fell to the floor like useless coins. The Sweeper didn't even flinch. It raised a hand—a hand that had been modified into a crushing claw—and backhanded Marcus across the room.

As I look at him, I can see some of the small cuts and holes repairing themselves, telling me that I don't have much time. I don't like this but I probably wouldn't survive his anger when he wakes and it would have been much cleaner if I could do it with my panther or Lycan, but I have to do with what I have. So I sit on his back and use the cleaver. Something silver would have been better, and there seems to be a small amount of silver coating the blade of the cleaver, but not enough to really do what I need. So I do my best and eventually manage to take his head off.

But before I can even think of a way to distract them so I can leave, I catch something on the mantelpiece above the fireplace. There’s a sparkle of silver on there. I walk over and see that there is a thin intricate knife lying there, still speckled with dried blood. I put a finger on it and I can feel the skin on my fingertip sizzling a little, which means that this not just ordinary silver. It’s the cured kind, the one that is deadly to all the supernatural creatures, even Vampires.

Before anyone could react, he grabbed a fruit knife from the table—the one he used to slice Corinne’s fruits every day—and drove it straight into her chest. Corinne’s eyes widened in disbelief as blood gushed out. She looked at Trevon’s twisted face one last time—then went still. "Don’t look." Sawyer gently shielded my eyes with his hand. "I’ll get you out of here." Sawyer bit the tip of his finger, letting a drop of blood fall onto my fish scales. He pressed them carefully to the place where my legs had once been. Seraphina clapped and squealed with joy. "Mommy! You have a beautiful fishtail again! Just like mine!"

He felt his throat being clutched hard. "Callum. You okay"? Stephen held him to the couch as Zee sat beside him. "Callum. It’s okay. You did excellent. It’s okay. You are okay". He was trying to calm him. "It was close. It was really close". Enzo said, clapping lightly. "Even after years and years, Max still has difficulty handling human blood". "I... I was about to snap... I practically felt Swift clawing at me. I would have shifted but I remembered what Stephen told me. I need to learn to control. I can’t risk all of you. And the world outside. But I got driven away for a while.

I immediately pulled out the knife behind my leg and throw it at the werewolf attacking in front. I quickly glanced at the one who hasn’t transformed yet but he doesn’t even budge, he is just watching. I grabbed this chance to throw one of my knives but his reflex in a human form is greater than I thought. He caught the knife and stared at the engraved symbol. “The famous clan of Ambrose,” he muttered but I didn’t pay any attention because we are now being outnumbered by these monsters. Rendall and I stopped attacking for a second and weigh the situation we are in. I was about to cover Rendall when I felt a hard thing bump into the back of my head. I touched it as I am slowly losing my balan

He convulsed once, then went still. Velvet, who the fuck was this velvet of a person that Boris didn't know of him. That word again. Project Velvet Fang. Was he part of it? Or just another cog? I dragged the body to the far corner of the bunk and pulled up the floor panel where I’d hidden older kill tools. Acid vial, two knives, one rope wire, one steel saw — all wrapped in cloth. I picked the vial. No cleanup. No evidence. Just dissolve and flush.