Bucky Barnes Knives Novels & Stories

One of the warriors spoke up, “Gamma Rory, I saw our Luna. She is bad ass. The mess she left behind took a long time to clean up.” Right. Some of the folks here saw the fight. I’m surprised they are not scared of me. Maybe because they are wolves or warriors. Who knows. I don’t want anyone to be afraid of me anyway. “I need a minute to set up.” I said as I dropped my bag on the bench. I opened the duffel and grabbed the thigh holsters and strapped them in. Then I grabbed some of the hand throwing knives and secured them in place before grabbing my scabbard. From there, the only knife different from my kabar knives is the bowie. It’s longer at sixteen inches. Then I grabbed my sheath for my w

I assume the L is for my middle name, which I don’t know. I applied lotion onto my body before I got dressed in my underwear. I then pulled on the booty shorts and the sports bra. I blow dried my hair and tied it into a ponytail. I then walked back to the box. I strapped the gun and knife holders onto my body before putting the knives where they belong. The knives are gold where you have to hold them, and the blades are silver.

"—I hadn't used one for some time. But when this uppity bitch came to my house today, acting like some fucking saviour with her stupid grocery bags, I had to show her who's boss. I should have slit her throat. She's lucky I let her go with just a small cut. She should have thanked me for sparing her life." "You did, did you?" Austin murmured, leaning forward in his seat. "Riveting tale, by the way. But as I was saying about knives...I don't like them so much." "Why not?" "I don't like how intimate they are. You have to get up close and personal with someone, not to mention you have to exert a lot of pressure just to kill a son of a bitch!" he replied, leaping to his feet as he took off his j

I stood outside, under the harsh sun for about three minutes before I broke the lock of the door in annoyance and walked in. The first thing I did was to chug down a beer and then get an ice bag to help my sore ankles. Munching a bundle of crunchy biscuits, I waited patiently for Blade who still hadn’t replied my message. After consuming six bottles of beer and countless snacks, I watched a black sedan drive in and park in the coffee shop’s driveway. Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side.

he was getting frustrated but I won't let my guard down. "I can f'cking prove it to you that I can, Read!" I yelled and turn around I looked at the boys who were standing at the entrance of the kitchen watching us. "I know you have some knives under your shirt, Andrew. Throw them at me" I ordered and they were taken aback from my sudden order. "How did you--" Andrew stated but was cut off by Josh "Throw them" Josh uttered as he was looking at me coldly "What?" Wayne asked confused and he looked at Josh then Read

- David "get me! hurry up"- Timot these seen was bringing back memories, they never change "by the way, there is another problem"- Bobby "eeee! another problem again"- Christian "what is it Uncle Bobby?"- Kaye "our weapons are becoming dull and slowly being destroyed due to the continuous battle"- Bobby now that father tackle this topic everyone of us checks our weapons and sadly my knife already has cracks all over and dents from the attack of the Big Rat earlier while my wooden shield played some role I don't usually use it due to it blocks my view to the enemy

For the first time, I glance around the room, and it is ridiculous. The wall behind Zane is covered in throwing knives, axes, daggers, machetes, swords… who the fuck even uses swords anymore? To my left, there’s a wall with every type of bow and arrow you can imagine. All the arrows have silver tips, and beside the wall with all the bows and arrows, is what looks to be a bookcase, but only has little vials. Wolfsbane and molten silver, I assume. That will hurt like a bitch.

“It gets me batty to wonder how Brian got hold of cleaver knife. I perceive you don’t know what cleaver knife is. That piece is a damn weapon; I mean one of the most dangerous tools for butchers. Who gave that shit to him? How did he get hold of such devilish weapon?” Doctor Emma queried, stared at the both of us and narrowed his gaze in an inspective manner. Fanny gave a questionable stare at me, expecting some satisfactory, implicating reply that would put an end to everything or open a new page of war.

She was absorbing. I stepped to the right side of the room. “This wall is knives. Every type you can think of. Combat blades, switchblades, karambits, trench knives, double-edged, spring-loaded, throwing knives. Most people don’t realize how often these end up being the backup when guns fail. Knife throw is an art in itself.” Gianna glanced over them, her eyes narrowing as she took in the polished blades and serrated edges. She reached out to touch one but paused, hesitant. The thing looks weird in her soft, delicate hands, not gonna lie.

I relish every minute of it as we step out of the surveillance room. Barnes approaches me with a silver tray in both hands. Three beautiful daggers, halfway out of their sheaths, stare up at me. “They’re some of your uncle’s finest.” He says with a smile. I pick the one in the middle, the shortest, for more…impact. “Thank you.” I walk away from him, heading to the exit door. “He needs you to come back safely, your uncle.” His words stop me dead in my tracks. A quick turn has me looking at him.