Bucky Barnes Knives Novels & Stories

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.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

"—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

Playing with the tips of the knives when he was finished cleaning each one. "This," he started holding up the first knife Colby had seen him clean, "is very special. The blade slices through the skulls of animals easily. It would be as easy as cutting…" He trailed off for a moment and Colby figured he was trying to find the human word for it so he would understand. "Butter," he finally sated, "if it were to cut you." The piercing look in Cobra’s eyes as he informed Colby of that disturbing information was enough to make the young male shit his pants. As a precautionary measure, to make sure such a thing would not happen, Colby tightened up his sphincter.

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.

I knew he hadn’t bought himself a train since I was a pup, and he didn’t have many. Of course all of the girls got Marvel items for their mates as well. To go along with their other gifts. The final stop for the males was the blade smith. Colby wanted, and needed a certain type of knife, and Lexi wanted to have one made for him. While she was talking to the blade smith, I looked around a bit. I wasn’t a weapons fan, but it was kind of neat seeing what the male made with his own hands, and imagination. Gina ended up getting a set of throwing knives she said Braxton really liked. I got a leather pouch for him to keep, and carry them in. I had his name carved into it as well.

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.