Chara Knife Novels & Stories

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

He was not able to find anything strange about the cutlery. Blayne peered over Sianna’s shoulder. He, too, arched his brow in curiosity. “Vance, did you find something?” “All knives in my home are either German or Japanese classic knives that are ordered in sets,” I informed them, “Surely you can see that there’s one that does not match the rest of the knives.” “Oh,” Sianna reached in to remove the knife but I quickly snatched her hand. Looking at her and shaking my head. Blayne and Duke suddenly realized the one that stood out.

Adam appears next to me and we both stare at what was happening to Charlie when her head falls back and she opens her mouth letting out that ear bursting screech. Adam drops to the ground immediately, his hands covering his ear and blood trickles out his nose but the noise does nothing to me, stepping forward, I pull a small pocket knife from my belt and slice through the red mist and grab Charlie by the ankle before the red mist has a chance to re-join. The red mist disappears almost immediately, her body falling against mine as blood leaks from her nose and inner eyes

Then in his other hand, he took the knife and held it up in the light. Free from its sheath, the blade reflected brilliantly like a mirror. The silver of the blade was perfectly polished and beautifully made, much like everything else in the castle. Now was the moment that she was dreading the most, the cut. Charlotte held her breath as the blade was pressed to her open palm and quickly slid across her skin, the tip biting across her hand. Then with a gentle tug, Lord Hunt urged her forward so he could hold her bleeding hand over the chalice.

“The knife to kill Zach.” The knife was small, but it was heavy, like a sword. Nevea observed it. The knife was golden, and calligraphy adorned its body. She stroked it, and the blade gleamed. “It recognizes you.” Kiara pointed at the knife using her chin. “That’s the only weapon to kill Zach.” Nevea put the knife behind her and stared at Kiara. “You think I can kill Zach?” “You can. He will make you kill him. Don’t worry about that.”

Rodrigo chirped. "He knows me so well .. by the way ... I got this!" Sandro raised the large knife he had brought from Maria's safe house earlier. Somehow he brought it, earlier he intended to bring it as a souvenir because of its large size with a very macho handle model. He wanted it as a memento. "I think this cool knife can help you, Mr. Alpha, let me be the butcher ... stay away ... it will look gruesome and covered in blood." Sandro sat on the ground and next to Charles's body.

One big black tiger, suddenly jumped towards Cyou chen. chyou chen who was already prepared, managed to stab the tiger's eye and directly climbed into his body. He quickly then tore the tiger's neck and ended up dead. Almost the same thing Chyou chen did to the other tigers. but the last tiger, managed to tear the skin and pounce on Chyou chen very fiercely. But Chyou chen didn't immediately give up and gave up, he who was still armed with a small knife in his hand was back in preparation.

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”

Cara’s POV At once, I moved my arm up to shield myself, desperate to protect my vital organs. Yet, when the knife stabbed into me, I surprised to find that the blade pushed back, harmlessly, into the handle. I’d seen such a thing happen in the past, during stage shows. Her knife was nothing more than a harmless prop. Pulling it away from me, Lilia looked down at it with dismay and disgust. I got the distinct impression that she had no idea it wasn’t real.

"This blade was carved from the Tree of Death. It's the only known material that can kill the beings born from the Tree of Life." Giving the knife one final twist, Lucien ripped it from Seraph's chest and laughed as he fell to the ground.