How To Make A Hidden Blade Novels & Stories

I pressed my lips together to hide the small smile threatening to form. Hatred burned in my chest, hot and familiar, but I forced it down, shaping it into something quieter and sharper. Strategy. If Dino was watching me this closely, then every move I made now had weight. And if I played this right, he would never see the blade until it was already at his throat. I whispered under my breath, so softly even the walls could not hear. “Good. Keep watching.”

“Then you take a weapon! Make sure you can defend yourself if needed!” “I’m going to,” revealing from my other pocket the tiny silver blade Declan had given me before leaving. It had been confiscated from Viktor, edged with silver and intricately carved; it was a small and lethal blade. Easily concealed, Declan had made me promise to keep it on me. Then I painstakingly twisted one small black key with six notches out of the metal loop.

I had to create a wild, terrifying distraction to shock his mind and break his focus. Keeping my left hand behind my back, my fingers quickly slid the picture frame out of the metal grip. I secretly shoved the picture frame deep into the thick elastic waistband of my long skirt, hiding it under the heavy folds of my dirty sweater. At the exact same second, my right hand blindly searched the soft bed sheets behind me until my fingertips brushed against a sharp, silver pocket knife that I had hidden under the pillow earlier that morning. I gripped the small bone handle tightly in my fist.

SELENA POV The hidden realm hummed with activity, the air thick with anticipation and magic. The war was coming, and every moment counted. We have returned to the hidden realm to prepare for the war. The hidden realm barrier has been open. I stood in the center of my chamber, eyes closed, feeling the raw power that flowed through me, the tribrid energy of witch, hybrid, and wolf coursing together. Today, I would forge the weapon I had long envisioned: a hybrid blade that could channel all aspects of my being.

My breath snagged. The Elder’s words sank into the clearing like poison. “Do not think your secrets are hidden from us. The runes that the blade carries are of your own hand. Years ago, before the girl was even of age, you sought the means to kill her.” My knees almost gave. The crowd rippled with shock, voices hissing like snakes. I searched my father’s face, desperate for denial, for anything but truth. But he said nothing. He had made the blade himself. He had made the blade that was meant for my heart.

I bought some clothes as well then went back home, I got home and started making preparations. I looked into all the file to know where to start from and how to go with it, since I won't be having a gun with me it's better if I keep a weapon close by which was why I bought the shoe. I took out the shoe from its pack and slice the pad underneath with a knife then hide a very small knife in it and glued it back. After I was through with everything I ate dinner and call it a night. __________________________________________ (Next Day)

I turned around slowly, one hand still on the banister, and searched with my eyes and sense of smell where the figure might have gone. There. My gaze roved around until it caught on the corner rounding the mud room. I took careful, silent steps down and when my shoes touched the tiles, I bent down and unsheathed my blade from my ankle, gripping it firmly in my hands. I quietly placed one food in the other, my breath coming out of my pants as I rounded the corner. I kept my gaze fixed on a large pillar in the middle of the room, the hidden presence I felt beat so strongly there.

I’d carried it for years out of habit, forgotten it was even there. They hadn’t searched me properly. My heart pounded as I twisted my wrist carefully, inch by inch, feeling for the hidden weight beneath the fabric of my sleeve. There. Relief surged through me so fast it nearly made me dizzy. Slowly—carefully—I worked the blade free, praying the movement wouldn’t be noticed. My hands shook as I pressed it against the rope, sawing gently, teeth clenched against the pain as the fibers dug deeper into my skin. Come on. Come on.

Her wide eyes pleaded with the woman, begging her not to leave. The woman hesitated, frozen between belief and doubt… then, after a few seconds of internal war, she turned, opened the door, and bolted out. The door slammed shut behind her. The hallway went dead quiet. Violet’s heart sank, but she didn’t stop struggling. Liam shifted behind her — she felt him reach for something, fumbling at his jacket pocket. A moment later, the icy kiss of metal brushed her throat. Her breath hitched. She didn’t have to look to know it was a knife.

I said, jabbing my blade into his abdominals. Muscle and ligaments tore. Ribs cracked as I carved into him. Precise, quick, deep cuts. The blade was hand crafted to suit my purposes. Just in case my past came knocking. He was so caught off guard by my revelation he couldn't rally in time to stop me ripping into him. Muscle memory took over. Ghost Blade went to work. Lance's blood splattered between us. His knife aimed blindly at my body while he choked on the blood pouring out of his mouth. Face marred in pain, but he refused to cry out.