Chara Knife Novels & Stories

"Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..." "... Is Blade." I finished for her as I began thinking about it. "If this is in anyway true, that means I'm cursed." "Yeah!" She said. "You are." My heart crashed as somehow, I had been hoping that this bloodlust thing would go away and I could try to have a normal life again.

“Charms are her specialty. Unfortunately, the maker is one of the few stuck in Kyushu.” Cai Kang looked around. Ryosuke is wearing modern hiking gear and a large pack buckled up. Fukuna is wearing hiking gear too and is dressed for the winter. She even brought a bo staff with her. Kazuha doesn't wear typical hiking clothing he has seen as it is all black and the collar goes up to her chin and a black mask. What caught his eye was the katana by her side. It is a beautiful black lacquered katana sheath and handles. It is decorated with silver feathers on it. Even the handguard has silver designs shaped like wings. It wasn't just Cai Kang but everyone is staring at it. "Is that yours?"

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.

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.