Bloody Knife Novels & Stories

Blood pooled below him as he tried to save himself in a futile attempt. Grayson drew his hand back, but grunted as a knife was thrown, piercing the right side of his mid abdomen. Grayson knew immediately it wasn't just any knife, nor was it clean. He felt the burn of silver, and a foreign substance coursing through his body at an alarming rate. He looked up and saw the Commander drawing his hand back with another knife that never left his hand. Xavier tackled him and ripped his head off before he ever had a chance to throw the second blade.

With the sound, the sharp blade is drawn out of its sheath, and in the deep forest with the wind bursts, it is shining with the cold blaze. Then, Mary Kinson rolled up the cuff of her right hand completely, and then took a Swiss knife and ripped it down at the joint, without blinking her eyelashes, and her movements were neat. There was a stabbing pain in the concern, and then warm blood slipped down the wrist. She pointed her palm towards the grass, and the bright red blood glowed with light. When it dripped on the grass leaves, it was absorbed instantly like magic.

“Normally I wait a few hours until we get to the main event during my tortures. But I promised my new wife I’d be quick, so looks like we’ll be getting to the good part right away.” He moved closer to them, standing over them. He tapped the back of his knife against his hand, staring at the two struggling men, both pale with bloodied torsos. “Okay, I guess a little foreplay is necessary.” He squatted down, and before anyone could process his words, he shoved the knife into one of their chests and dragged it down the length of his torso while the man screamed in agony, more blood spilling out of the tearing in his chest. Blake laughed in a sick way and then turned to the other man, doing the

And not to mention how much blood I also lost. She said she couldn't kill me because of the mysterious man she was hiding. However, she is draining the life out of me. Since the first day, the knives she stabbed into my thighs have not been removed. I noticed that it was a Twisted Steel Scottish Dirk Knife. I read about it somewhere, but can't remember what its use is. As much as the witch fed me food and drink to regenerate the blood I had lost, I could not feel satisfied when I swallowed the meal. All I wanted to do was throw it all away because I felt sick to the core.

To Pride. First Blood. Another one. Creek’s smile dies. “Four?” He looks at me. At Cove. At Ash. At Pride. “Mother’s greedy.” “Mother’s done,” I say. I pull the bone knife. No more talking. I throw it. Not at Creek. At the ground between us. It hits. Sticks. And the gold vines change. They go from the knife. Out. Like a web. They touch every Blackmire wolf. Every Redfang. Every Duskbane.

He deserves all of this…’ her mind screamed at her, forcing Cyra to shove that knife towards his chest, resulting in his eyes shooting open. His blood stained the knife , while his cerulean eyes collided with her reddened emerald ones.

She looked down at them, and her heart stopped. Her hands were covered in bright, red blood. It was sticky and warm, staining her skin and under her fingernails. Her eyes traveled up her arms to her yellow dress. The front of it was soaked in a huge, jagged red blossom of blood. Then, she felt the weight in her right hand. She was holding a long, silver knife. The blade was dripping, the red liquid pooling on the carpet beneath her. Aubrey’s eyes went wide. She scrambled backward, dropping the knife. It hit the floor with a metallic clang.

Probably some sort of knife. “You’ve got some explaining to do.” I said to break the silence. He then turned to me with his eyes looking unstable and lips twitching. I looked at his hands and saw knives on each one. The knives looked like karambit knives, a fixed and folding knife with curved blades often used for close quarter combat. Blood flowed on his arms as it dripped on the edge of his knives. He then grinned as he ran towards me and I immediately slid away to avoid him. As he passed by, I could smell a putrid smell, smell of decaying flesh and extremely rotted eggs.

I knew that as soon as the dumb ass loses control that I was able to once again dodge him as I put both of hands making a fist and slamming it into his back making him go down. I watched as he struggled to get up but failed big time. He tries again but only getting onto to his left knee as he looks at me but instead of seeing anger on his face that there was a smile, but why? What the hell is he up too? I guess I was paying too much at looking into his face that I didn’t see his hand going to his sock, because before I knew it, he was stabbing my left leg with his knife. Right away I knew that the knife had to be made with a lot of silver, and I also can feel something else on it that is ent

I sighed as I gazed at him then at the bag. “If in anyway you are lying to me...” I replied to him. “You can kill me. On the way.” He said taking out a knife that he had. He turned his back on me. As he gazed outside the room. “Dress up. We don’t have much time.” He insisted.