Flamingo 5 Blade Razor Novels & Stories

"Argh! Both of you stop it already!" "Revna!!!!!" A loud voice cried out, and Fiora shushed them to listen. "What was that?" She asked, took out her most priced weapon from her boot just above her ankle and advanced forward, Aiden and Sif directly behind her. She loved the dagger-liked knife because it was very easy to use whenever she was on the combat field. She hated getting into fights, but whenever it was needed of her, she always tried to make her opponents crumble in terror, and succeeded most of the times.

It should work if I fill the tub up halfway, then, the blood can do the rest. As I wait for the tub to fill up, I strip from my clothes and toss them to the floor. I sit back down on the edge of the tub and pick up the razor kit sitting beside me. I pry open the package and take out a sharp, purple razor that's never been used before. It's all packed into 3 separate razors, so I grab ahold of the handle and place the metal part on my wrist. It presses into my skin and I cut slowly. I wince at the unbearble pain, but it soon ends and I repeat on the opposite arm.

he asked with a very unpleasant voice, like he was almost crying. “ There’s only one way, we have to cut off the other breast. Leaving it there would pose a serious danger to her if it haven’t already”, the doctor concluded. “ let’s do it then, in as much as her life will be restored in full, go ahead and cut it”, he gave the doctor a go ahead order without even delaying to think about it. That was the only thing the doctor needed, the consent of the husband to go ahead and he got it.

“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.”

Blight, Ryker’s Gamma, steps forward with a grin on his face. He’s dressed in all black like me, with blackout tattoos covering his neck and arms. Short cropped blonde hair, grey eyes, tall but muscular; I’ve heard tales about this Gamma that rival my own. He has a penchant for killing humans in the most gruesome ways, and his favorite weapon is a JagdKommando knife; the deadliest of blades as it has three edges that spiral together like a corkscrew into a sharp tip. No doctor can sew up a wound left by this knife.

Yoel's eyes blazed with intensity as he bellowed. Whoosh! In a flash, his wrist flicked in a blur, his blade's movements a whirlwind of shadows that coalesced into a spectral blade, its presence icy and lethal. The phantom blade whirled with an almost magical speed, cutting through the combined assault of the five attackers with ease. It tore through their defenses, leaving a deep, terrifying slash on each of them. The elder from the Calnan family hesitated for just a moment before he crumpled to the ground, his body gruesomely split in two, blood gushing out like a fountain.

"Before I forget we're in a war zone and take you on this floor." I step back, breathless, my skin burning where he touched me. I move to the kitchen table. Spadino is there. He is perched on the edge of the wood, his feet resting on the bench. He is peeling a blood orange with a combat knife. The blade is six inches of serrated steel, designed to gut a man. In Spadino’s hands, it is a delicate instrument. He slices the rind in a perfect spiral, the zest releasing a burst of citrus scent into the air.

Solana is surrounded, a necromancer who obviously isn't fascinated by her, a vampire a mortal enemy, and the foxes, the zealots, the vermins. "The fog began to thicken and Solana's vision is busted. A blade was thrown at her, her reflexes are good enough to avoid being slashed. The blade's temper line is sharp and it could cut a person's head by just simply swinging it, what more if it's being thrown by a big bad fox. The fact that the blade that Foire was holding is made out of silver. "Don't hide, you bastards," Solana said hat provoke, well, Foire. He has the least temper amongst all in the circle. He came at Solana with his blades on fire. Solana hates fire, she has always hated fire.

Purple patches and blade marks marred his body, and even in a transformed state, the gaping wounds could be seen. Opposite him was Razor, the holder of the Blade Lion technique. Razor was also in his transformed state, towering over Shao by half a meter. His eyes were cold and menacing, not anything like his regular genial self, and his claws and paws were stained with Shao’s blood. Protruding from his elbows, forearm, heel, and calves, were sharp blades that could tear through steel easily. These blades were stained with Shao’s blood as well. In contrast, Razor did not have a single wound on him. “Submit,” his strong voice appealed to his opponent’s sense of reason. There was no need to con

With extreme fear, Delilah shook her head vigorously as she pleaded, "Tristan, it's me, Lila! What are you…" A scream echoed through the air as he slapped her harshly across the face. He inserted the dagger between her thighs, his tone frosty as he asked, "Was this what you did to my child?" With each word Tristan spoke, his voice grew quieter. Soon, all that could be heard were Delilah's faint gasps. The live stream flickered with static, but the ban still hadn't been enforced. I felt a chill down my spine as I met his eyes on-screen.