Novel & Cerita Bloody Knife

I felt something wet when I looked at my fingers there was my blood. My eyes grew wide in the realization she threw what looks like a knife, slicing my neck. I looked behind me and the wall has a crack and in the middle of the crack was the thin slicer, The wall flickers emitting zapping noises from the exposed cut transparent electrical wire, revealing my guess that the walls do have a smart reflective surface hologram. When I turned my head back, Abby was already right in front of me with another identical thin slicer. I hissed in pain as I felt the skin on my arm get cut and only then did I notice the floor is now painted with droplets of my blood.

I leaned my full body weight down on the pillow, crushing his face into the mattress. He made a wet, muffled screaming sound under the heavy leather. His legs kicked violently under the blankets. I lifted my right hand with the knife. I brought the blade down hard into his chest. The sharp iron sliced straight through his thin nightshirt. It cut through his skin and cracked through his ribs. The knife sank deep into his heart. Vane let out a horrible, wet gasp under the pillow. Warm red blood spurted out from his chest, soaking through my sleeves and splashing across my face.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

She pressed the paper towel to her nose, suppressing the blood. Oh no! This bitch didn’t just say that. “Do you need help fixing your loose screws? Because I’d be happy to help. I’m sure you’ve seen just how helpful I can be,” I said sarcastically, with disdain laced in my voice. If you enter a lion’s den, you already know there’s a probability that he will draw blood. But this is different; she entered my den, hit me, and did it right inside my den. As much as I hated violence, one thing I would never do is let a girl live with the satisfaction that I feared her. Never! It was always my call to make, not the other way around, and certainly not from this stupidly brazen girl.

She stands up and tackles a staggering Foxy to the ground once more. It’s when I see the glint of the knife in Angel’s hand that time seems to stop. I watch as she raises the knife in her hand, screaming, with tears streaming down her face as she brings it down when she tackled from the side. The knife flies from her hand and Blaze has her in his arms as she fights him, sobbing and crying.

He was Ashblood, a member of the Wolf’s Den and a blade super enthusiast. “I have heard of your sword skills. I want to see today if my knife is faster or your sword is quicker.” He looked excited. The members of the Wolf’s Den had always loved to fight against the stronger and would never turn down a challenge. As soon as the words left his mouth, Ashblood struck toward Sword Freak with his knife, Sword Freak frowned and put himself in front of Yannick as he raised his sword to meet the knife. Clang! The sword trembled while the knife was deflected away, leaving Ashblood with a tingling hand.

They got off too easy. Even unharmed, it doesn’t relinquish the air of danger that clung to him. Niko stalks forward as though daring someone to make a wrong move. No one moves, I doubt anyone even breathes. I sure as hell didn’t. Crouching low before one of the dead men, he pulled out a knife stuck in the man’s throat hilt first, the blade of the darkest night it was almost black came out bloody, He flicks the knife once causing a drop of blood to fly. “Bring him”

Three blades knife is meant to destroy and cause serious damage, a weapon only possessed by people like us and they were to be used only in the case of war. My sword, the sword rumored to be forged of the blood of my enemies wasn't entirely a lie. It was forged of their blood and carbon steel, it was possible with good craftsmanship and magic, and I remembered how I was supposed to have Lycus dead with his blood being forged into a special knife for me to carry around as a reminder that I had ended him. How things have changed. "With access to these types of blades, it's obvious that the killer is amongst us but catching them wouldn't be easy, no trace was left. Not even a scent."

He whips around to attack me again, but I just kick the knife out of his hand, shoving him as hard as I can on the chest until he flies to the opposite side of the wall. The concrete cracks as he falls over. And before he can get up again, I lunge towards him, grabbing him by the neck and slamming him over and over on the concrete until I can see blood splattering against the wall. He tries to scratch me, but I grab his other arm, snapping it off his body as though he's made of wood. More blood spurts out of the stump that used to be his arm. Only his blood is not red. It's black, like the Rogues' blood.

Her voice was trembling, and I had a feeling it had nothing to do with the cold. I pulled back a little and held the knife up, turning it this way and that so the stones in the hilt caught the light. It was a nasty-looking knife with a slightly curved tip. And it was very sharp, especially for a rogue weapon. “One of the rogues in Bloodmoon was carrying it. Seemed pretty attached to it, actually,” I said, shooting her a curious glance. “Why?” “No reason.” “Really? Because you went very pale just now.” I turned the knife over. And over. Ensuring that devastatingly sharp blade glinted in the torchlight.