Fake Knife With Blood Novels & Stories

WILDER seems to feel that we might as well try it, that it couldn’t hurt, but that he’s not willing to pin his hopes on it. Maybe with a little extra oomph behind the magic, though… I take out the knife I carry. The one I found in Giuseppe’s kitchen a few weeks ago. The one no one knows about, because why would a hybrid shifter and Moon Caster need to carry something as crude as a knife? Unless she was doing something she shouldn’t be, that is. I close my hand around the blade of the knife and drag it down slowly, opening a tidy, shallow cut in my palm. I feel my hand fill with blood. I can smell the blood—my wolf senses come alert quickly, suspecting a fight. But there’s no enemy here.

“You’ll look so goddamn beautiful big and swollen with my babies.” Her head kicked back, and she closed her eyes, no doubt feeling so fucking stretched and full of me. I reached for the letter opener, and while pushing in and out of Nina and making her take my big, fat cock, I stabbed Vincent and twisted the knife. The movement paired with the coppery scent of his blood filling the air made her lids spring open. A horrified gleam shone in Nina’s eyes as she stared at Vincent and then at me. I held up the letter opener, his red blood dripping down the blade and handle.

The man stumbled, holding his face as blood poured through his fingers but Silvio barely noticed, his eyes locked on the knife shining on the floor Silvio crouched, picking up the knife.. the blade shinning under the dim light

Completely losing her rationality to think about right and wrong, Nina grabbed that knife with her shivering hands and attempted to pierce it inside her stomach but before the tip of that knife could even graze her skin, someone gripped the edge of that knife with his bare palm which resulted in that knife to get stained with that person's blood.

"Hand me the knife." A serrated, long blade was handed to me, the weight solid and comfortable. I raised an eyebrow at Vincent, watching him closely. His breath caught. Good. I slid the point of the knife over his forearm lightly, just enough for him to flinch. Then I pressed down. Vincent shrieked again, writhing as the blade sliced through his skin. Blood erupted instantaneously, dark and viscous, flowing down his arm in rivulets. I hunched over him, my voice too low. "This is me being patient."

The long black blade katana reflects the light of the silver moon shone over the open window. A teenage girl in a dark thick cloak, face covered in a black metal mask, and obsidian eyes were ghastly gleaming while staring down at the body of the married couple bathed in their own blood. The fresh red bodily fluid was drastically spurting out on their throat and sliced body.

Jamie moved in front of me. "Put the knife down, Adrian." "Why? I'm just holding it. Not threatening anyone." Adrian examined the blade. "It's from your kitchen. I took it while you were on the phone. Wanted to see if you'd notice." "We noticed. Now put it down." "No." Adrian's smile widened. "I want to show you something first." He pressed the blade to his own palm. Drew it across slowly. Blood welled up.

Every eye turned to me. I stepped forward, meeting those grieving gazes directly. "I won't insult you with platitudes about patience. Your mates were murdered. You want blood. I understand." I loosened the high collar of my shirt, revealing the silver-white lines that had become permanent at my throat. "But there's something you need to understand first." I extended my arm, pushed up my sleeve, and drew a silver knife across my forearm. Blood welled—darker than normal, streaked with silver that caught the light. Gasps rippled through the hall.

They got off too easy. Even unharmed, it doesn’t relinquish the air of danger that clung to him. Niko stalks forward as though daring someone to make a wrong move. No one moves, I doubt anyone even breathes. I sure as hell didn’t. Crouching low before one of the dead men, he pulled out a knife stuck in the man’s throat hilt first, the blade of the darkest night it was almost black came out bloody, He flicks the knife once causing a drop of blood to fly. “Bring him”

I proceeded to plop on the bed in my shorts and a shirt I stole from Vincenzo’s walk-in closet. “Since you’re not what you seem to be, I will just create evidence myself.” He shrugged, reaching for a pocket knife from his suit. My brows creased as I watched him. “What are you trying to do?” “What does it seem?” He looked up at me, holding the knife in his left hand as he deep-cut his right hand, blood dripping down his palm. My eyes widened in horror, ice slithering down my spine. As his blood dripped down his hand to the white duvet, his eyes remained unwavering.