Chara Knife Novels & Stories

Afterwards, the demon tribe launched attacks on Charles one after another. “Die!” Charles shouted coldly. He was supposed to look for Jade but he did not find her and a dumb lion said she was dead. He was already furious, but he was surging with killing aura now. His killing mode was on instantly. The blood-red light in his hand was actually a dagger called God-slaying Dagger. It was a spiritual treasure that could even kill gods. Killing the demon tribe with the dagger was even a walk in the park. Poof! Poof! Poof!

Kneeling next to her, he grasps a fistful of her blood-matted hair jerking her hanging head upward to look at me. Her eyes are barely open. Fresh and dry blood trails down her face as well as her neck. She wets her chapped lips with her tongue and faint whimpers seep out of her mouth. Focusing on her floppy body, I don’t see Henry draw a knife. It’s not until it rests at the nape of her neck that I see the shiny metal in its entirety. He holds the knife I gave Charlie to protect herself with in his steady hand.

“You first.” “What?” Charlie was shocked. She laughed so hard just at the fact that Taylor came prepared with a carving knife!

Fighting throngs of them in human form is Thor's specialty. Before I abandon the car, I open the glove compartment and bring out the serrated edge karambit knife I took from Uncle Knox's workshop. The karambit is a perfect knife for silent killing. It can slice deep into flesh with ease and the curved and serrated edges on the silver blade make it a deadly and dangerous weapon that can hook and snag at sensitive organs like the intestine, making the person suffer a slow and painful death.

I moaned. “I won’t keep you” He opened his laptop and turned it to face me “I just want your help in choosing a nice knife for Charlotte”. “I had no idea they sold such girly looking knives” I laughed. “I like the black one with the diamonds” “I agree” I told him “Are they decent knifes though? She needs one that will do damage, not look pretty” “Yeah man, this is the place I buy all my knives from. I emailed my contact telling him I needed a decent knife for an important lady. I told him it needed to be able to gut a human, but also look pretty”

He asked anxiously. Jia nodded and pulled out two carbon fiber handles from her pockets. Creed smiled when he saw her holding two digital knives in her clutches. He asked her to bring these knives because he felt they were ideal props for dummy battle. The state-of-the-art receptive engine inside these digital knives could replicate the full-fledged sparing experience. "Do we really need these? Why can't we just use our soul Armas'?" "Soul Armas are good, but they steal your chance to build a foundation. We are comfortable while using Soul Armas, but that is not the right approach."

And the edge was razor-sharp. Eva didn’t have the courage to test it. She was sure it would cut her if she looked at it wrong. Etched on the blade itself was a beautiful pattern of strong waves one after another. “I’ve never been a knife kinda person,” cood Eva, “but this thing’s gorgeous.” She carefully shifted the superbly-balanced knife so that its handle faced Severas, and offered it back. The Justicar took it back with equal care, but swiftly and smoothly sheathed it in its scabbard.

Great observations, you idiot Eira chides herself mentally Her eyes roamed searching for a possible weapon that was not violent but still handy that meant none of the knifes or anything that would probably be found in the kitchen. Her eyes however found the perfect weapon. A frying pan. It's red handle reflecting the moonlight streaming through the window of the kitchen. A cooking vessel that had the capacity to turn itself into a deadly weapon. Bingo! She had a frying pan as a sidekick. She picked up the said deadly weapon in her hands and attacked the intruder,

The shockwave of the roar was too strong, and even from far away Jimboy still feels the pressure from it “Jimboy!”- John Carl taking advantage of the opening of the Tank after the roar, John Carl rushes to its back and slice its heels *swosh!* he is not finished, he draws something out from his bag! a similar dagger can be seen on his left, and he used it to cut deeper the heels of the Tank(2) John Carl has an extra skeleton dagger in him! it was successfully cutting the heels of the Tank but to his surprise, the wounds he inflicts was already healed!

“I fucked your mama, you…” Knocking him down with a single blow, I grab a hunting knife from my waist. “You like to talk nasty about women, little boy,” my Louisiana drawl flavoring every word as I hold him down with my knees. Forcing his mouth open with my left hand, my right hand holding the knife, I smile when I see the deep cut Charlotte left when she bit him this morning. Using that as my starting point I slice into his squirming tongue, butchering the sides of his mouth in the process. The mat is covered with blood as he begins to flail.