Heartbeats Knife Novels & Stories

Fucking prick. “Now, you’re going to watch me carve out your stupid heart. An eye for an eye, right? That girl, my girl, the one you put your hands on…she has my heart, and you touched it.” I ground my teeth together. “You touched what’s mine..so it’s only right I reciprocate. But the thing is, I’m going to do more than just touch..I’ll take it. Your heart.” I drove the knife into his heart region, and his pupils dilated with fear, a tear slipping out. I felt a wetness on my knee that was pressed into his lower body, and I looked down to see he had peed his pants.

Maybe I could get to it… No Jenny, focus on now! I opened the one drawer, grabbing hold of the sharpest knife and held it up. “I will cut out your bloody hearts and feed them to you” I snapped. “O sweetheart, we don’t have hearts” the one smirked, having reached the counter. He started to move to the left, the other one to the right. Crap…

He kissed her passionately while keeping his eyes wide open, staring directly up at us—or more specifically, at Ethan. The sickening sound of the blade tearing through flesh and bone resonated in the quiet room as I drove the hunting knife into Ethan's back. I pushed it in so forcefully that the blade pierced straight through to the other side, flawlessly slicing right through his heart. Ethan's eyes went blank, and he slumped forward, his face hitting the glass before he collapsed to the floor with a heavy, lifeless thump.

His feet hit the ground like pistons, cold and mechanical, and he held the knife tightly in his grip, blade down. Oh, oh, how tragically this shall unfold.

I want to pass out from the nerves but, for some reason, my mind is buzzing. He stalks towards me, and a glint of metal by his leg catches my eye. I look down and see that he's holding a blade in his hand. As he twirls it lazily, I notice a range of other instruments behind him. My body begins to shake as the fear takes over my bodily functions. He smiles cruelly and slices across my chest. The pain is excruciating, but I bite my tongue. He stabs into my stomach, leaning in with his weight as he speaks next to my ear,

They’ll have to see what they’ve done. He lifts the knife, holds it over his wrist. ZEKE (V.O.): Would this... kill me fast enough? Or would I just bleed... for hours... until someone walks in and ruins it all? He hesitates. Then raises the knife to his chest, trembling. ZEKE (V.O.): Maybe the heart. If I hit it right... it’ll end quickly. He pauses, frowning. ZEKE (V.O.): But... what if the blade sticks?

In my life, I had always restrained myself, no matter how angry I was. I staunchly believed that inflicting pain on others was an unforgivable act. Yet, in a moment that felt both eternal and fleeting, I found myself betraying my own principles. For the first time, I plunged a short, 20 cm military knife into Scarlet's abdomen. The blade slid effortlessly, fully embedding itself, as blood began to seep, staining her naked skin and the white bed sheet beneath.

THIRD POV As Mike bends down to confirm what his ears already know a blood-curdling scream vibrates the room around him. He turns around quickly and manages to grab Tabitha before she can touch her dead mate. The blood is still oozing from Stanley's chest, but his heart is no longer beating. As Tabitha screams and sobs in Mike's arms Mike looks back at the knife buried in his friend's chest. It's clear the metal is pure silver and long enough to pierce through someone's heart. A weapon that normally belongs to hunters.

Vincent relaxed when she finally removed the knife. “ Do you how it feels ?” She sneered right in his face, her boots lightly pressing his ankle. “ You have no idea, but I have been dealing with that for months. Don’t you worry, I will give you an idea of how does it feel.” She replied with a slight, reassuring pat on his shoulder. “It feels like something is stuck in your heart. If you take it out, you will die and if you don’t you will bleed to death.” Vincent face twisted in pain. Edna with sentence dig the knife deeper in his chest, ignoring his ragged breath.

I would never go that low, but he doesn't have to know that. I signal Ryan to give me the knife, he understands because he stands beside him, holding his head in place. Even the strongest of men shake when they realise, they are helpless. Gripping my knife in my hand, I lean closely pointing the pointed tip around the man's eyeball. The bastard's screams intensify as my knife digs deeper, cutting around the inner edges of his eyelids.