Bloody Knife Drawing Novels & Stories

Blood from the gashes I’ve already carved into him is pooling beneath him. “You’re not going anywhere,” I growl, and with one swift motion, I bring the knife down, slicing across his shoulder. He screams, his voice breaking, but I’m not done. I twist the blade, cutting deeper, watching his blood flow as he writhes in agony beneath me. “This pain?” I snarl, my voice cold and detached as I rip the knife out. “This is for touching Lilly.” I stand up, letting him catch his breath, his gasps echoing off the walls. He’s shaking, blood pouring from his wounds, but he’s not done yet.

It seemed to call out to me, urging me to take it. Without a second thought, I reached out and grabbed the knife. As I ran my fingers over the sharp edge, a twisted smile spread across my face. Slowly, I raised the knife to my arm and made a deep cut. I watched as the blood began to flow, mesmerized by the sight of it. Each drop was like a tiny bead of rubies, glistening in the dim light. I felt a strange sense of satisfaction wash over me as I continued to cut, my mind lost in a sea of dark thoughts.

In my life, I had always restrained myself, no matter how angry I was. I staunchly believed that inflicting pain on others was an unforgivable act. Yet, in a moment that felt both eternal and fleeting, I found myself betraying my own principles. For the first time, I plunged a short, 20 cm military knife into Scarlet's abdomen. The blade slid effortlessly, fully embedding itself, as blood began to seep, staining her naked skin and the white bed sheet beneath.

He smiled while they screamed and thrashed in agony, a glint in his eyes. Blake didn’t give up and continued the torture for hours while the few warriors that joined us kept running out to bring coffee and food. If torture were an art, Blake was an exceptionally creative artist. I had never even thought to imagine all the different ways a body could be disfigured. And as if he was a professor, Blake patiently lectured us on the benefits of each knife he was using. He showed off his clip point—good for quick, deep puncture and withdrawal. Then his drop point—good for skinning. Finally, his needlepoint—perfect for thrusting. All things I'd have been perfectly content never knowing.

She slowly draws a knife from her handbag. My jaw drops open!!! 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

" B-bos---" The knife was struck on its forehead. The mans eyes remained open as he loses life and fall into the ground. Still not satisfied, the man perch on the fallen man, retrieve the knife from it's forehead and stab the lifeless multiple times on its heart. He's smiling as he's doing the ruthless action. Blood staining the ground as an evidence of the murder and the knife was mercilessly pierced through the flesh. The blood splattered across the boss's T-shirt, forming a dark, macabre pattern that starkly contrasted with the fabric's original color. His face was also covered with blood. Tales knees wobble and sat into the ground. That's no human. It's a beast, a monster in humans cloth

I asked, barely a whisper as I pulled out the knife from the thigh holster on my jeans. I traced the sharp edge from his shoulder to the center of his chest, not applying pressure to draw blood but enough for him to suck a breath and for those closing eyes to widen in fear. "I have so many ideas. So many ways to introduce you both." The corner of my lips lifted up in a dirty smirk. I enjoyed watching him bleed and struggle to breathe. I enjoyed hearing him shriek and scream the moment my blade cut through his skin, crimson liquid pouring out of the slash and streaming down his body.

“Teacher said mine was the best!” Dr. Xavier unfolded the paper— And felt cold sweat pour down his back. In the drawing, a man was holding a knife, stabbing it into another man’s neck. Red blood splattered across the victim’s face. His breath caught. “Where did this come from?” he demanded. “Where did you get this picture?” The boy burst into tears. “I drew it in class!” Dr. Xavier didn’t stop. His voice sharpened. “Who told you to draw this?”

The kind that worked on humans but I felt him resisting it. He laughed. “Your little wolfie tricks don’t work on me Max Moon.” He took out a knife from his side pocket and I saw that it glinted silver in the light. It was made out of pure silver. He tossed the knife and caught it. I saw that the handle was encrusted with jewels and there was an insignia on it. I tried to see the insignia but my vision kept blurring out and then refocusing. I was losing a lot of blood and my accelerated healing wasn’t kicking in yet.

This scene looks like 'the walking dead' on a movies I like that one. "Ah you are an animal" Cardo shrieked, he stabbed them again and again. Regardless of Cardo's age it doesn't matter anyways the blood gushed anywhere as he is having a hard time because he can no longer pull out the knife he used, he just tramples on it. Eww so gross!