Bloody Knife Novels & Stories

I plunge my knife into his stomach, and his body jerks, a guttural scream tearin’ from his throat. “Oh, how sweet,” I whisper, twistin’ the blade inside him as his blood pours out, soakin’ the front of his shirt and dripping down the knife. “You bleed so beautifully for me.” I pull the knife out with a slow, deliberate motion, savorin’ the way his body shakes, how his breath comes in ragged gasps.

Let alone, not give me the answers I needed. I watched the satiating sight of the Red, the crimson liquid that popped out of his throat and out of his mouth in an enormous amount, as he choked on his stinky blood with my left foot still hung in midair with the knife from its tip, buried deeply into the spot just above his collarbone while the other foot remained solidly and elegantly standing and rooted to the ground, leisurely.

Ping didn't say much, after throwing the knife somewhere, where it was kicked by his people like a soccer ball. They made fun of it, laughing crazy because it was blooded. RiVi doesn't know who's insane there, the one who stab him, or the people behind that's fascinated by a blooded knife, or all of them. He grunted and cursed all the living daylights of him, when he didn't expect a one liter of isopropyl alcohol to be poured unto his wound. "Fucking shit! Do you wanna fucking kill me?!" RiVi screamed at the top of his lungs, that startled the busy people, playing over a blooded knife and the bored Ping just threw the empty gallon somewhere.

She screamed coming at me once again, something shimmering in her hand, its bright light almost blinded me. It was a knife. Before I knew it, there was blood all over the floor, my body shut down as I just stood in a spot. More blood still dripping from the knife.

Completely losing her rationality to think about right and wrong, Nina grabbed that knife with her shivering hands and attempted to pierce it inside her stomach but before the tip of that knife could even graze her skin, someone gripped the edge of that knife with his bare palm which resulted in that knife to get stained with that person's blood.

With a swift motion, I produced a single-bladed hunting knife and grasped it by the blade. My eyes locked onto Marina's, and with a precise throw, I embedded the knife deep into her forehead. The blade bit into the throne behind her, pinning her in place. The sudden violence of the act was a release, a declaration of my refusal to be controlled. I stood there, watching with a mix of fascination and detachment as the blood streamed down Marina's face, a crimson rivulet that seemed to underscore my momentary triumph. A snicker escaped my lips, a twisted expression of satisfaction at the precision of my throw. But deep down, I knew it was a fleeting victory. Marina would be back, resurrected an

The blade was jagged, pitch black, and it gave off a faint, eerie glow even in the picture, like it absolutely wasn’t just metal but something alive somehow. My fingers intensely tightened around the phone. “What exactly is that thing?” I asked, my voice severely shaking. My eyes intensely flicked from the horrifying image to Stan, desperately looking for a hint that this was just some sick, awful joke he was playing. His voice dropped lower, urgent and desperate now. “It’s clearly called the Wolfblood Killer blade. That specific blade can truly kill any werewolf, even the strongest one. I personally saw Enzo’s mom openly give it to Dean. If that terrible knife simply goes through Enzo’s che

Everything was really complete. “Just look for what you need. I want to see the knives here,” said Cylo, then he went to the area where there were many sharp weapons. During the previous ambush by the Blood mafia, he lost his precious knife, so he wanted to buy a knife here. He spent quite a long time looking at the various types of knives here, but the twin knives with fox accents really caught his attention. So he immediately took both items. Cylo waved the knives around as if he were slashing his opponents. “Whoa... these are really light, and the handles feel just right in my hands. The blades are also really sharp and beautiful,” he said, deciding to buy the twin knives right away.

Armed with his knife, he charged forward. “Bam!” He swung his arm back and pushed his knife handle onto the chest of his assailant. Knocked back, the Viper’s Den member coughed out blood. The member landed on the floor, dying from the internal injury. Siberian swept his knife across another’s throat. As another member bled out, Siberian carried on his massacre.

I repeated but with some hostility. "No need to sound aggressive Mr James" said Nicolas. He had a heavy moustache and a big frame and when he smiled, it didn't quite reach his eyes. "We have a message for you" Harold said. "Give me the message and get the hell out" I said. "Its right here" Nicolas said, searching his briefcase. Before I could react, two bullets were immediately lodged into my skull. I saw my life flash before my eyes as I slowly sank into oblivion.