Hidden Wrist Blade Novels & Stories

But it's a feint and we both know it, calculated to draw a reaction from me. Testing me... My speed... My reactions... Younger than me... How much by? Ten years? His knife... Blade maybe eight inches. Well cared for. Well used... Left-handed... ... Thinks that gives him an advantage. Most practice against right-handers. I've done both. He stabs out. Hard. Fast. Teeth bared. Pupils pricked. I jerk back and he follows through, but I grab him by the arm. We grapple. His blade to my throat. My hand locked to his wrist.

I drop the blade on her drawer and pull my wrist closer to my Face. I stare at it at a closer sight and use my right hand to caress it. No! This is totally impossible but still schway. I’ve really got to try this out again tj be sur that maybe I am not hallucinating. I quickly grab the blade but now I have it in my left hand and place it on my right wrist. I yank it without hesitation like the first time. I draw it slowly and it incredibly does the same thing that happened the first time. My eyes opens more wide as Ihurr myself an the pain it comes with is not short and mild.

He turned away, rummaging through a nearby box. Metal clinked ominously. He returned holding a heavy chain and a small, sharp knife. “What…” I started, my voice trembling. “What are you going to do with that? What are you doing!” He didn’t answer. He crouched down suddenly and seized my left wrist in a bruising grip. Before I could pull away, the blade pressed against my skin at the joint where my hand met my arm. With a slow, deliberate slice, he drew the knife down toward the end of my wrist.

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.

Instead of calling him, she crossed her arms and continued to watch from the side. Wonwoo gripped a double-edge blade with his dominant hand. With the handle pointing away from his body, he grasped the tip of the knife so the tip of his thumb is one side of the blade while the tips of his fingers, except the pinky, are on the side; thereby pinching it without pressing against the sharpened edge.

Before long, he felt the handle of the blade and grasped it firmly. Notwithstanding, when he was going to take the blade out, he understood that there was something on his wrist that held him back from taking out his right hand. Bowen then, at that point, understood that there were four cutting edges around the kickoff of the iron box. The sharp edges of the cutting edges were pointed inwards. It was not difficult to dive into the container in light of the fact that the sharp edges were looking down, however as he attempted to take out his hand, he felt the four edges slitting his wrist.

When I walk up to him, he hands it to me. It’s a bit heavier the the one I’ve been using. It’s got a blade on each end of the hilt, but overall it’s only about six inches longer. I take a moment to get a feel for it, stepping back and swinging it in my hand. It’s oddly well balanced for a twin blade. I don’t feel like I’m going to slice myself on one end, while pushing the other out. That’s probably a good thing since Rion doesn’t actually give me much instruction.

I tried to pull back, but his grip was firm. He didn’t answer. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small blade. My eyes widened. “Wait—” Slice. I barely had time to process what was happening before he cut my wrist. I gasped, not from pain, but from sheer shock. What the actual hell? “DUDE, WHAT THE FUCK?!” I yanked my hand away from his grip, but he just stood there, staring at my bleeding wrist with an unreadable expression. But before he could get a closer look…

Swish, swish, swish! The women in plain clothes pounced right at Harvey at the same time. Their eyes were sharpened into an intense gaze, as if they wanted Harvey dead. Right as they got close, a shadow could be seen flying from the back of the hall. A hidden blade shot out from the shadow with a single wave. The women in plain clothes trembled as a silver glare flashed in front of everyone’s eyes. Bright red wounds could be seen on every single one of their wrists.