Fine Tooth Jigsaw Blade Novels & Stories

Something dripped from my forehead and I realized that I’d been cut. “Very well” I returned. Before feinting to the right and followed with a left hook. With the pain I was now feeling, I’m pretty sure I might have snapped one of my finger. But I have to get an email out and apparently, beating her was the key. I had to give it to her though . She was a good deal bigger than me. And I wasn’t even sure if I could beat her. I didn’t let her recover as I delivered a swift kick to her ribs.

He muttered, his voice strained. I grabbed the first aid kit from the cabinet, focusing on the task at hand. My hands moved with precision, cleaning the wound and stitching him up like I'd done countless times before. Joey shifted slightly, his jacket falling open to reveal a glint of silver tucked into the waistband of his pants-a razor blade, small but sharp. I kept my expression neutral, masking the quick flash of realization. As I reached for the gauze on the table, I made my move.

"What do you require from the forge today?" "I need lightweight obsidian blades," I said, walking over to the metal racks and pointing directly to a sheet of dark, refined glass-metal resting near the back. "Forge two light daggers tailored specifically for a human fighter's smaller hand. Design them for maximum speed, sharp leverage, and close-quarters defense." "Obsidian is a dangerously brittle and difficult material to balance for a non-shifter, my Lord," the blacksmith noted, examining the dark sheet carefully. "However, if I temper it with silver alloy, I can make them absolute perfection for her."

“This morning.” Morning. So I’ve been here longer than I thought. “How long have I been asleep?” “Most of the night and half the day.” “And?” I say. “The shears?” He looks at me, and I know before he speaks. “They’re perfect.” The word is almost gentle, almost merciful. But it’s neither. “The screw isn’t loose?” I whisper. “No.” “The blades?” “Sharp,” he says. “Properly aligned. Nothing broken, nothing faulty.”

Those things looked like they could trap water if they weren't kept in check. I was pulled out of my thoughts as he raised a beefy hand and pried my mouth open. I glared at him as he withdrew his hand from his back and waved what must have been the scariest knife I had ever seen before my eyes. At first glance, it looked like a regular knife with a length of about five inches and a thickness of about 4 millimeters. But on closer look, the knife which had a bronze coated handle had several tiny teeth on either side of it. Looking at it, I couldn't help gulping in fear. I imagined being stabbed with it and the thought was enough to send a tremor through my system.

Not that its challenging. I enjoy the quiet of my room as I start in on my knives. The Tungsten steel alloy of the blades gleams in my eyes as I cherish the reflects. The sharpest part of the blade gleams a bright yellow where I infused it with my scales. I sharpen it against another just like it and the sound is music to my ears. Sparks fly between the blades as they clash.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

A stunning work of artistry, meticulously crafted from the darkest obsidian. “May I?” I ask as I gesture towards it. “Of course.” “Thanks,” I say as I pick it up to examine it closely. Its blade is as sharp as the bite of a winter frost, tapering gracefully to a fine point. Each edge is polished to a mirror like finish, reflecting the face on its surface with a pristine clarity.

Too small. I look at the other weapons, well, more like knives. We have kitchen knife, cleaver knife, carving knife, santoku knife, paring knife, then tomato knife, then a fork. not your normal fancy fork, No, a two way fork. Lastly, my personal favourite, chain saw machine, all coated with silver, than touched with silver sulfide.

“Tell me more.” “A standard blade is either 1/2 inch or a full inch. You have to special order a 1/4 inch or get it from a certain brand. A 1/4 inch is more the size of a pocket knife or paring knife, none of which would make those marks.” “What does that tell us?” I was quiet for a moment. “Dad has a signature knife used for torture.” Cade nodded. “What else did you notice about the cuts?” “One side was jaggard, like it was a serrated, but not in a normal way. Almost like it is twisted. The other was straight, but at an angle.”