Bloody Knife Novels & Stories

"No, Your Grace. Life gets complicated with the heart. Once there's a heart, there are feelings, a flow of blood, and there is death. I cut things. Although, mostly, I'm used on humans. I don't feel the slickness of their blood, since I have no feelings, but it speaks to me. Yes, blood always speaks. It's the only thing from the human body that speaks the loudest when he is dead. Always it is praying, and wishing things were better. It cries to God. And I know you represent blood, Your Grace." Rose smiled. "Is this a trial, Your Grace?" the knife asked. "Surely, you didn't choose me to speak by mere happenstance." "Your edges are blunt," Rose said. "Why is that?" "I dulled myself. I hit myse

"I want to go home!" One of the hoods moves as a council member signals something to someone on my right. I turn in time to see broad shoulders too close to have time to run. The light flickers upon a silver blade. My mouth opens to scream in dismay, but nothing comes out. Why? As I touch my throat, my fingers are bathed in a warm, thick liquid. A fine line along my neck ignites a pang of pain. I raise my hands only to discover they are painted in red. My muscles aren't mine to control anymore. My body falls to one side, blood pumping out of my neck as I suffocate and choke.

He cries out in pain, pleading for mercy but she can't seem to hear him. Alpha's blazer is now soaked in blood, contrary to my earlier assumption. The knife is rusty, and not that sharp enough so when she drags it down his chest, we hear the sound of his chest ripping, the friction between his bones and the knife making everybody flinch. I close my eyes, this is too much for me but I need to see it, slowly opening my eyes, I'm met by crimson. Crimson trailing like water down a stream from his chest, Alpha breathing heavily when she wiggles the knife to cut more of him. People are vomiting, Beta included, and I'm frozen in fear.

“This is fucking insane, what were you doing with this?” My attention moved to Ralph who was holding a small knife—the blade he usually carries. I guess it was a type of sculpturing blade or something. But what had my eyes widening was the few red drops clinging to the metal. It wouldn’t take any genius to recognise it as blood. It shouldn’t be a surprise, but I couldn’t help but be both surprised and scared.

The confidence I needed to know I could do this. I gripped the knife within my shaking hand. Tighter than before. “I am sorry. I was scared.” I lie to Blake, as I move to look at him, and with a sudden and swift movement of my arm I slash his neck deeply with the knife I had earlier stolen from the kitchens. One used to prepare the meat. One sharp enough to slice easily through flesh and bone. And it had done exactly that.

I see how Penny falls and the girl tries to stab her in the chest, making a small trickle of blood leave the area. Blondy spits blood from the blows and manages to knock the girl down, trying to suffocate her and make her lose consciousness. But the girl starts hitting Penny's already hurt back. I see how the blondy screamed on the floor when the girl hurt her back even more, and her desperate movements under the pain. Blondy takes the knife next to her and nails her attacker. The girl pulls her body back, causing the knife to leave her body, and her blood starts coming out faster.

She ran straight into Ethan's arms, trembling like a fragile, helpless bird. "Impressive, Mr. West. Truly, you're a once-in-a-lifetime perfect husband," Amber mocked, her every word like a slap across Ethan's face. However, his body instinctively shielded the woman in his arms. I looked into his eyes, my body pressed against the railing. I calmly said, "Ethan West, you want me dead." His brows furrowed even deeper. He denied it, saying he did not want to play childish games with me anymore.

Maddox went to his room and slammed the door, making sure to lock it. He took out a knife from his pocket before sitting on the couch. He stared at the sharp edge of the knife, which gleamed under the red light—he smirked. In the next second, he sank the knife deep into his arm—the smirk deepened the more as he watched his blood crawl out of it. He removed the knife from his arm. The sight of the blood on the knife made him chuckle like a madman. He sniffled the knife, the smell of his metallic blood made his eyes darken so much.

The coppery tang of blood filled the air, and for a moment, my ears rang from the force of my head hitting the ground. The rogue leaped over me and skidded to a halt in the dirt, saliva dripping from its jaws. I quickly recovered just before it leapt again. I pulled the ruby knife from the sheath on my chest and stabbed upward as the rogue flew over me. My knife hit its mark. There was a sickening crunch, a whimper, and then I felt warm crimson liquid spill down onto my face. The rogue flopped off to the side, gushing blood into the dirt. It shrieked, twitched, then went still.

With one fast swipe, Kalean pulled the knife right across the man's throat. Blood sprayed through the air, painting the wall red. The second man started screaming, but Kalean stepped over to him and did the exact same thing. One fast cut. Both men slumped forward in their chairs, the only sound left was the drip of blood hitting the floor. I stood frozen in the doorway, my body completely numb. Kalean dropped the bloody knife on the floor, he turned around, i watched as his chest rose and fall repeatedly, his skin now was covered in fresh blood, his black eyes locked directly onto Lucien.