Heartbeats Knife Novels & Stories

Alexander looked around and reduced his breathing as if his breathing would be heard and anyone who removed that knife, would charge at him. His heart began to beat fast as he knew that there was only a 50% chance that he would he able to win against someone who held a knife or something sharper than that.

After all I was the only element of surprise that we had. I made sure I had a firm grip on my knife, and moved as swiftly as possible toward him. My heart thrummed loudly as I walked over to him. I took a breath and held my arm back to get as much force as possible. My hand moved closer. I was about to pierce his heart.

Fighting throngs of them in human form is Thor's specialty. Before I abandon the car, I open the glove compartment and bring out the serrated edge karambit knife I took from Uncle Knox's workshop. The karambit is a perfect knife for silent killing. It can slice deep into flesh with ease and the curved and serrated edges on the silver blade make it a deadly and dangerous weapon that can hook and snag at sensitive organs like the intestine, making the person suffer a slow and painful death.

He smirked. Drake wanted to speak but left, no doubt Beast had mind linked him about something, maybe he told him to bring something that would killed me since he asked if got a death wish or not. Few minutes later Drake return with an rejection and I scotted around fearfully,the despite that I wanted to die, I didn't want to die, I had bearly taken a few steps when the Beast grab me and injected it into my arm. I felt weak and so hungry, Drake look at me one last time before leaving, I wondered what happened.

"We were so in love..." "I hate you!" she screamed. "I hate you, Lorenzo!" My tears fell onto her face. "Don't hate me... please don't hate me..." My hands went to my belt. I would be inside her. I would erase him. I would brand her all over again as mine. She would remember who she belonged to. But in that moment, a sharp, searing pain bloomed in my chest. I looked down. A small, silver blade was buried to the hilt in my ribs. Her blade. The one I gave her for protection.

🌹 43 🌹 “Fuck!” Ajay ran into the room when he noticed what went wrong. “How did this happen?” He quickly pressed the emergency button and soon after, a doctor and some nurses rushed in. Joan laid unconscious with the tears still fresh down her ears. Ajay sadly looked at her as he was ushered out of the room. “What is happening?” Abel soon arrived. “I don't know.” Ajay was panicking. “I came in and saw the heart monitor was unplugged and..and,,, and s-she was there..”

Such a wussy, can't believe Simran slept with this coward. “You are Black Heart.” the girl muttered. I didn't reply to her. My focus was on my prey. “Stanley. A few years ago, you violated my soulmate. You committed a sin against me and against God. I have come as a punishment unto you. If you had not committed this great sin, I would not have come to you. But rejoice oh sinful one, for today you shall make atonement for your great sin.” I said to him as I took a dagger from my suit pocket. The S dagger was invented in 2003 by the Americans. It's also known as the Butterfly knife.

His blood sprayed on my face a few times, but I didn’t feel a thing. The only sounds in the room were Hudson’s screams as I carefully carved his chest open. I was taking my time, but when I got tired of waiting, I shoved the knife in deeper, still avoiding any vital organs. I wanted him alive—for now. Eventually, I cut open his chest enough to see his heart still beating. Hudson could barely make a sound anymore. He was just whimpering. I let go of the knife and pushed my hand into the open wound. I could feel his heart pulsing in my palm.

He bit my neck and broke my rib before he signaled Kimberly to stab me with the dagger right into my chest. The knife, plated with silver, tore through the meat of my chest with a godless crack, and the volume of its silence was a thunderclap that vibrated in all my nerves. The dagger had plunged itself directly over my heart, blazing hot as red-hot iron. A primal scream burst through me, ripping open rawness due to the pain as the golden wolf's features quivered, and I fell to the floor with a heavy thud.

But he only smiled, the kind of smile that had haunted my nightmares for years. “You ruined me, Blake. You betrayed your own blood. You left me to rot while you walked free. But here?” He gestured around us, eyes glinting. “Here you don’t get to run. Here you belong to me.” The knife caught the light again, and I flinched, pressing my back against the rough bark of a tree. My chest constricted, breath short and ragged. And then, another sound came to me, a heartbeat that I could tell wasn't mine. It wasn't his as well, it was something else.