Romans & histoires Isaac Castlevania Knife

Coming down here alone was monumentally stupid, and I needed to leave right now before… "You came." I spun around to find Cassian standing in the doorway at the top of the stairs, blocking my only exit. The light from upstairs created a halo around him, but there was nothing angelic about the expression on his face. "I knew you would," he continued, descending the steps slowly. "Couldn't resist, could you? Had to see it for yourself." In his right hand, he held a knife. Not a kitchen knife or some decorative letter opener. This was a ritual blade, ancient and wickedly sharp, with more of those wolf symbols carved into the handle.

Adrian sneers, grabbing Isaac by the collar and lifting him off the ground with terrifying ease. Isaac struggles, his fists pounding against Adrian’s chest in a futile attempt to break free. But Adrian’s grip is iron, his strength overwhelming. “Do you honestly think you could outsmart me?” Adrian asks, his voice mocking, cold. “You’ve been nothing but a pawn in this game, Isaac. And you still don’t understand, do you? You never will.” With one swift motion, Adrian pulls a knife from his belt and drives it deep into Isaac’s chest. Isaac cries out in agony, his body trembling from the pain. He tries to push Adrian away, but his limbs feel like lead, the blood draining from him too fast.

“Yes, she knew what kind of people they are so she had Cassian send you to them. She… she said she wanted you docile and… submissive.” Aurora scoffs again and Isaac cowers under her intense glare and swallows thickly, “it seems to have had the opposite effect.” Both Aurora and I let out a chuckle and she actually smirks, “you don’t say?” I pull out a dagger and another little vial of lightsbane from the black box, and I pour it over the blade. Isaac eyes me warily and I give him a smile, “Tell me, Isaac,” I say, slicing into his chest and watching as he convulses in pain. “What is it exactly that Cassandra wants? Aside from Aurora of course, what is her end game?”

Lethal. It struck perfectly. Thunk. Jonas stared in horror. Husen looked mildly inconvenienced. The knife protruded directly from his neck. Blood slid slowly beneath his collar. A long silence followed. Then the vampire sighed. “Rude.” He pulled the blade free with elegant annoyance and examined it under the flickering light. “Silver-edged,” he mused. “Custom balanced.” His gaze lifted to Sera. “Do you sharpen these yourself?” Sera reached for another knife.

"But right now, my sword and soul are solid." Isaac tried to pull away but was floored by a kick to his lower back. Pain danced up his spine and into his jaw as his chin connected with the ground. A thin trail of blood leaked from a split in his lip, soon to be caught by Babi who studied the rubies on his finger before taking them on his tongue with a smirk. "More might follow..." His hand tightened on the sword and he edged forward. "Sooner, later, who knows?" Am-Heh's eyes turned to the grey abomination, its mouth drooling viscous salvia as it stretched to reach whatever corpse lay near, feasting on rotting flesh and bone, its belly swelling all the more as it did so.

“Capo, everything’s set. Don Russo and his family are waiting.” My blood ignited, a match struck in dry tinder. Five years of waiting, planning, sharpening the blade. I strode to my room, showered in under five minutes—scalding water sluicing away sweat and sex. Black suit, no tie, holster snug against my ribs. The Katana lay in its lacquered sheath on the dresser, dragon-etched hilt gleaming. Isabella’s blade. The very one Russo gifted her. The one she’d used to save his daughter. The one I’d use to end him. Matteo drove, the SUV devouring midnight miles. City light bled into darkness then the gated estate loomed—the walls breached, guards zip-tied, and gagged in the shadows. My men moved l

Isabella waited till she was occupied, and then she quickly picked up one of the knives lying around, it was made out of silver. “Aunt Marie, I’ll be back in just a while...”. “But dear, you haven’t had your snack yet?”. Marie protested. “Give me a minute Marie, I only need to use the bathroom". She dashed out of the kitchen before she could question her further. ☆ ☆ ☆ Isabella's heart hammered in her chest, she was planning to kill someone today and she couldn’t gather her thoughts. Alessandro had been away all day but she hoped to God he’d return before she fell asleep or worse used the knife on herself.

"If you want the drive, you take it from my cold, dead hands." "That can be arranged," Isabella said softly. Suddenly, the silver map on my palm flared white-hot. My own hand rose, against my will, and the blade I had hidden in my sleeve slid out. My arm moved with a mechanical precision, the tip of the knife pressing against Dante’s throat. "Ivy, stop," Dante whispered, but he didn't pull away. He stood there, his eyes fixed on mine, offering me his life once again. "Fight it. You’re the server. You own the nerves. Not her."

I said with a grin. He laughed and threw it back at me. "But it's got your name on it," he returned with a smirk. "Dick," I muttered under my breath. I unwrapped the other present and saw a stunning knife. The handle was pitch black, the blade sharp and long. I picked it up and twirled it around my fingers, the edge feeling like a cutthroat razor blade. "Well, this is really lovely." I beamed. "And this gift is from Edward and Isabella," Eric said as he pushed a neatly wrapped box forward.

"I'm sorry if we scared you, little one." Cassian keeps eyeing the engraved blade and me, his brows furrowed as if he's trying to figure something out. Finally, he asks, "Where'd you get that knife?" My heart skips a beat. He recognizes my sister's knife? "I...it was inherited," I blurt out. Maybe he can help answer my questions if he knows something about it. They're Wolves, unmistakably so. The longer I stare, the clearer it becomes. "May I?" Cassian starts to reach for the knife but pulls his hand back, saying, "Stupid question. We'll get going. Sorry for disturbing you."