Hidden Wrist Blade Novels & Stories

It easily the most stunning knife I’ve ever seen; it's small enough to hide but also sharp enough to do some serious damage. “Oh.” I gasp as I pull the knife from the box and lift it to show Gideon; he’s smiling like he knew exactly what was inside of the box. Ghost pushes back to his feet and rolls up his left sleeve to show me a small paw print tattoo on his inner wrist. It's the exact same print that's on the knife.

He committed his weight left and I went right and low, inside his guard before he could close it, and brought the practice blade up and across and stopped it at his throat from an angle that had come from underneath his sightline. His forearm came down on my wrist at the same moment. Not a counter. A lock. The blade stopped moving and my wrist couldn’t push through and we were very close together with neither of us in a position to finish anything. Both breathing hard. The bond hit like a wave and I stood inside it and held completely still.

I twisted my wrist, flattening the blade on her neck, the cold steel pressing directly against the frantic, leaping pulse point just beneath her jaw. Her body heat seeped into mine through our thin clothes, her rapid, shallow breaths hot against my collarbone. I didn't let go of her wrist, keeping her pinned tightly against the hard planes of my torso. I leaned my head down, my lips inches away from hers, close enough that I could see the dark ring of amber around her pupils. "Always look out for unexpected weapons," I whispered, the words brushing against her mouth. "A gun in your face is usually a distraction for the blade in the hand."

the woman’s voice sneered. Grunting in response, Rex continued to pull the blade, and after a few seconds he felt it give, but instead of holding the blade and hilt as one, he was now clutching a bladeless hilt in his hand. Looking down at his shoulder, he spotted where the rest of the blade was, still in his shoulder. “Well shit hey,” Rex sighed, dropping the hilt. “I told you.” “I have a tendency to not listen,” Rex remarked with a half-smile. His stalling tactic was working, he could feel Marcia, Lacey and Minet had reached the outer part of the palace wing he was in, ‘Just hold out a little more,’ he told himself.

Haris was taken aback when he saw Adrian's attack. He had a deep impression of the Inferno Purgatory. It was this move that told him that Adrian’s weapons were top-notch treasures. As someone from Blade's Reach, Haris had been around weapons since childhood, particularly swords. Adrian's Divine Frost Slayer Blade was the most enigmatic weapon he had ever encountered. It seemed to possess a consciousness of its own, making it extraordinarily mysterious. As for the Hellblade, he deduced from his clashes with Adrian that it was an exceptionally rare and valuable weapon.

She tried to keep him still as she brought forth the hand hidden behind noiselessly "Tell me, can you feel it?" Her hand was close to his chest now, clutching the silver blade tightly. This was his end now, she felt a bit sorry for him but her children mattered more. Her hand went up in the air and she brought it down with all the strength she had left. Suddenly, Wayne's eyes flashed open, he quickly put an arm up and the blade dived deep right into it. A howl escaped his lips as he held the wounded arm

“They’re impossible to find during a body search, and Tjeck promised me they can pass through metal detectors without setting them off.” I examine the bra closely; it’s ingeniously crafted. The blade is mounted on a thin wire, making it appear like an ordinary garment even up close. “I had no idea Tjeck had these kinds of talents.” “There are four of them. Just remember to remove the knife before tossing them in the laundry.” He pulls something from his pocket and steps closer, gently taking my hand. With care, he ties a black braided leather bracelet around my wrist. “This proves you’re under my personal protection.” His grip lingers, and my heart races as his eyes lock onto mine, drawing m

The mask had fallen. “Well.” Her voice changed too. Became layered with something that wasn’t quite human. “That’s unfortunate. I was hoping to make this quick and painless.” She yanked her wrist free from my grip with strength that no normal wolf should have. Her other hand came up, and I saw something gleaming in her palm. A dagger. Small and silver, with symbols carved into the blade that made my eyes hurt to look at. A Void-blade. Designed specifically to kill Keepers.

Henry’s hands gripped the stirring wheel. “We are not leaving,” I said with authority. I inhaled deeply and suddenly my bag began vibrating I ruffled through it and then my finger hit the warm surface of the black object that I got this morning. Suddenly a silver luminous blade tore through the side of my bag. I pulled my hand back on reflex, the blade retracted. My rapidly beating heart thundered over my sharp breathing. I slowly pulled out the weapon with wide eyes. I gulped, and tightened my fingers around the hilt, feeling a slight vibration moving through my palms. A silver blade rapidly slid from one end of the handle.

He rose from his seat, his expression unreadable, but there was a flicker of something warm in his gaze. “You look stunning,” he said simply, his voice softer than I expected. I didn’t respond, brushing past him without so much as a glance. My focus was elsewhere. As I reached for my jewelry box, my fingers hovered over a simple silver bracelet tucked into the corner. It looked ordinary, unassuming, but I knew better. I slipped it onto my wrist, turning it slightly until I felt the faintest click beneath my fingertips. Inside the clasp was a concealed blade—a small, sharp dagger that could be deployed in an instant.