Bloody Knife Novels & Stories

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.

Frothy, pink blood began to bubble from her mouth and drip down her chin. Stabbing her once more for good measure, Kali dug the six-inch blade into her left lung, then ripped it from her body. She took great care not to get any of the blood on her clothes and pushed the woman to the ground. Jasmine’s mother sprawled to the floor, no air coming into her needing body, and the held knife clattered to the linoleum tiles.

His gaze alone was intimidating, yet I couldn’t look away. "Yes," I answered softly, and he smiled. "Good," he said, then started to walk away. I watched him go, but before he was completely out of sight, he faced me and said, "Take this." He threw something at me and I caught it with ease. I looked at my hands to find the bloody knife he had used to slaughter my attackers. There was a golden snake engraved on the black handle and I could not help but trace the delicate design. I looked back at him when he said, "You will need that more than I will."

" B-bos---" The knife was struck on its forehead. The mans eyes remained open as he loses life and fall into the ground. Still not satisfied, the man perch on the fallen man, retrieve the knife from it's forehead and stab the lifeless multiple times on its heart. He's smiling as he's doing the ruthless action. Blood staining the ground as an evidence of the murder and the knife was mercilessly pierced through the flesh. The blood splattered across the boss's T-shirt, forming a dark, macabre pattern that starkly contrasted with the fabric's original color. His face was also covered with blood. Tales knees wobble and sat into the ground. That's no human. It's a beast, a monster in humans cloth

He snatched the knife off the pavement and came at me again, full sprint, blade raised high. “Don’t—” I snarled, shoving my human shield forward. The knife came down wild, a little too wild. The blade meant for me rammed into his own man's throat, the one I just shoved away. The sound split the night. The poor bastard’s eyes went wide, blood spraying hot across my chest, splattering my jaw, painting my black suit in arterial red. For a second, everything froze. The man gurgled, clutching his neck, drowning in his own blood. His body twitched, spasmed, then crumpled to the pavement.

Apparently, he was seated in the shadows. “Why are you here?” She asked, suddenly wide awake. She heard a clicking sound and the bulbs came up, the unexpected brightness momentarily blinding Rosy. While she was still trying to recover from the sudden glare of the lights overhead, Sergio's got up and placed two items beside her. Her eyes now adjusted to the brilliance of the room, she looked down and saw a military knife, much like the one he had used in slashing her wrist and uncocked gun. He knows and he is here to kill me. He wants me to choose which weaon to use.

After a few minutes, the windows burst open. A figure dressed in solid black rushed in so fast that I didn’t have enough time to react. Moonlight illuminated the silver metal in his hand, and my eyes widened when I saw the knife clutched tightly in his hand. It was silver and dripping with some kind of purple liquid. That was when the smell hit me. It was poisonous. Fear burst through my chest. I pushed myself backwards across the bed as the cloaked figure lunged towards me. The knife slashed downwards as I dodged it, barely avoiding it.

"See, Malcolm, not only did you mess with my family, ruining generations of legacy but you also messed with the woman in my life. Because of you, a child got dragged into your dumb game." "I don’t care who gets involv—" I swung the butcher knife down hard onto his left hand. The blade bit deep with a wet thunk. Blood sprayed out like a burst hose, hot and metallic, splattering across my chest and face. The thick, coppery scent flooded the air as warm droplets soaked through my apron and trickled down my skin. It felt like I’d taken a bloody bath. "Ahhhhh!" Malcolm screamed. His voice was raw and ear-piercing, but to me, it sounded like sweet music.