Novel & Cerita Bloody Knife

Xavier nodded at him and took those knives. Dylan started to run and kill with two knives in his two hands, he was running forward and killing wolves with both of his hands. Those knives were silver knives, Skylar gave those to his four officials if they could not fight long because of tiredness. But she didn't give one to Dylan because Dylan was the True Blood. Dylan never thought that one day he would need those too.

Liam frowned, staring at Mila's legs which were covered by the blanket. “I need this to protect myself, considering you can't do that for me, even though you are the king and this is your territory,” Mila said this sentence in a very cynical tone. She seemed to belittle Liam with her words. Also, Mila didn't want to lose this dagger, because not all types of knives managed to hurt the vampires and get them killed, there were only some types of knives that could scratch their very hard skin. Therefore, whatever the situation, Mila would not be far from the dagger, especially when she couldn't see like now.

Sisi whispered. The moment they came down to the second floor, the guard was already dead. Blood was spraying out from her neck, staining the wall. It was a female Badblood. She has two horns on her head and a rough face. Her arms were huge and solid, the muscles that fill her body was too much and almost disgusting to look at. Daren and Lukas have weapons on their hands, a sword and a spear, while Viktor has a cute dagger with flower embroidery on the hilt.

A strap tied his thick curls back, and he had secured an ancient-looking blade to his back. He was lethal. And as she watched his claws sink into the flesh of Alpha Kai's neck, she had never been more grateful. "She. Is. Mine." Evander snarled, his eyes shining yellow. A tarp now covered the shattered windows of the office, and someone had cleaned up most of the evidence of yesterday's saga. But as a fresh crack in the plaster appeared under Alpha Kai's body, a wave of guilt passed over Sapphira, and as Alpha Kai started to make a gurgling sound, her fingers found Evander's arm.

Viktor walks over to me and says, “He needs your blood. Please come over here.” Shocked, I cautiously make my way to him and then he quickly grabs ahold of my hand with his slick boney fingers before he slices my wrist with a bone knife in his other hand. My eyes feel like they pop out as I watch the blood pour out of my veins and the thick red substance coats the bottom of his bowl. Dipping a finger in it, he brings it to his mouth, and I stare at it in horror as he flicks his grotesque tongue out and he licks it.

I looked up in time to see Blondie her face contorted with rage, her entire body trembling. “Yes, YOU! If you hadn’t dragged your bchy self here in the first place, none of this would’ve happened! My brother wouldn’t be lying there like that! I HATE YOU! I FKING HATE YOU! Get outta here!!” she screamed, rushing toward me. But before she could touch me— SWISH! A knife flew through the air, slicing past her fingers by mere inches. She froze. We both turned to see Dylan, eyes blood-red, holding another knife and glaring directly at her.

I yanked out the blade and thick, black blood spurted out like a fountain of death. Silver. Poetic justice, huh, Andy?

I’ll see to it that their dog Max is reunited with them as well as he currently still lives with the Blue Moon pack while he recovers. The gleam of Bale’s knife catches my eye. The rogue has used it in the past to inflict injuries on our kind to torture them, even back when he still lived in Shadow Ridge. I usually carry one in my own boot, though more for defense in the chance of running into unfriendly or enemy packs, or even rogues when it’s not safe to shift into my fur to fight back. I pick up the discarded knife and walk back over to the bed. Sloane is still indecisive and deciding if she will trust us or not. Half of her body is still tucked under the bed, she continues to hold that l

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

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.