Heartbeats Knife Novels & Stories

I squeezed his heart, his warm blood dripping on my hands as his heartbeat skyrocketed. “Don’t kill me,” he shook his head. I tilted my head to the side, his lips curling as I felt a pinch of flame sliding through my lower back. The human buried his knife in my body, both of them wishing that it would save their lives. With a hiss, I pulled the rogue’s heart from his chest and kicked his lifeless body. I turned around, the rogue’s heart still beating in my hand. I lifted it so the guy could see what kind of monster he stabbed in the back.

They were kicking and fighting to no avail. I took my knife and knelt before my first victim, with a smile on my face, I made an incision cut and took out their hearts one after the other still beating. I raised them to the goddess and immediately smoke began to come out of the pot. I knew the sacrifice had been accepted. I began to devour the hearts.

He grabs my face and turns it toward Cael, who is holding our mother while she bleeds onto the stone, and toward the other me, who is staring at me with pure terror in his amber eyes. The knife in my hand pulses once in time with my own heart, then again in time with Cael's, then a third time in time with the other me. I cannot tell which heartbeat the blade wants, and I cannot stop my arm from rising.

We ran to see what caused that great noise, and found one of the warriors who was sparing with our specially designed electric batons had unintentionally activated the hidden silver blade that elongated, and pierced his partner’s heart. He collapsed on the ground with blood gushing out of the opened wound. I rushed over to him with Mierra at my side and parted through the crowd of warriors. I knelt down by his side and placed my hand over the wound. “It’s going to be okay.” I was reassuring him with hope in my heart. I felt his heavy breaths as the silver delineate his veins showing darkened lines. I removed my blouse and placed it over the wound.

He just rolled his eyes like it really wasn't a big deal. When I was fully half-naked, I hugged myself, feeling the warmness of the room. It felt like we were slowly being roasted. Electricity travelled through me when I glanced at Fenris' firm chest. It looked so hard like a stone-cold. Our eyes met again and my body cells felt hotter. He grabbed the knife on the table and the silver handle shined through my eyes. It was a unique silver, glass-looking knife that I'd never seen before. "Now, Kira, I know this may look strange to you, but I need you to strike this knife to my heart."

"Ahhh!" Then the shot rang out. The proles winced, half turned away from me to growl at something. I didn't even think about what I was doing. Suddenly the serrated knife was in my hand and I just rammed it in the side right into his heart. He yelped, jumped away from me, ripping the knife out of his own body, but the serrated blade did not voluntarily give up the tissue. The proles practically tore their own hearts out, stumbled another half meter and then collapsed bleeding. The eyes in which the aggressive madness of these creatures lived, fixed on me, he breathed out his last breath. There were two holes in his body. A small bullet hole in the flank and a large, deadly one in the heart.

I thought " Someone related to the Blacks is working with Melissa , this is so bad but who will want bad for the Blacks they're nice people?" I thought to myself. My phone beeped and I checked to see a message from Ashley saying to meet her at Glitters tomorrow. I shut my eyes but I was scared shitless, how can people be this cruel?

she says sinking the blunt edge between one of her ribs, she complaint of pain, bending his body a little to the side and withdrawing his hands that I hold them once again with force. “If I press here with the edge, I can cause you as much or perhaps more pain than if I directly pierce the skin with it... if I sink it well between it...” he gives a small blow with the side of the knife on one of his ribs... “and this another…” he says hitting the one below… “I reach your heart, it is a quick but painful death, but I always turn the knife to make sure…” She shudders when she hears him but she doesn't take her eyes off mine, he chuckles as he continues to subtly slide the knife over her skin.

Luckily for me, he’d slept off facing up so I didn't need to worry about locating his heart since it was perfectly positioned. After a few calculated steps, I reached him and pulled the knife out from my sheath. I hovered over him with it in both my hands and aimed straight for his heart before I charged at it determinately. “You won't get rid of me so easily, wildcat” Strong hands clasped my wrists seconds before the knife was meant to hit his heart. The world around me froze.