Isaac Castlevania Knife Novels & Stories

"It would have been simpler to lop the heads off of dissenters than take in an outcast and train her to slit throats in the dark." "Careful Lycan Lord." Cassidy's voice was soft, a deadly whisper. "Men tend to look the same in the dark. I'd hate to accidentally slit your pretty throat by mistake."

Originally I had thought to dispose of it as soon as I learnt of its presence in the castle but now I was thankful I hadn't for it would serve as a very useful tool to teach this bastard a lesson. His bare chest was littered in cuts and deep gashes, no doubt Maximus' doing. He was good with knives that one, it was an a skill one that many people feared but I embrace. No one would know from his calm put together exterior that he fancied blades so much. His naked form was almost lifeless, almost. I would enjoy draining the last specs of life out of him. Drawing my chair closer I gestured for Ryker to place all the tools I needed on the ground along with a bucket of wolfsbane- it would be perfe

However, with the attack of Achilles, a force burst out, and Excalibur in Jason's hand also fly out. "Kill him." The blind woman, who was fighting with the Ice Soul, pointed at a spot in the empty air and coldly cried out. The next moment, the figure of Charles, following Gaia, flew backward. A figure appeared in the void. It was Kevin. After Charles flew out, Devin and his wife also attacked at the same time. "Bastard!" Devin roared. At this moment, another figure appeared, who was no other than Isaac, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth. Behind him floated five swords, Excalibur Family, Durendal, Gaia, Tyrfing and Harpe.

He saw the honor in it as well as the pride. With a small shake of my head, I got inside the sleeping bag and rested my head on the pack. My special knife was right beside me. It was made of copper and mercury with pieces of silver imbedded in the blade. This knife was dangerous to other vampires, but I had immunity to it because it was created and blessed by a powerful witch. It would not hurt anyone who was descended from the Precoza line.

He grins, then lifts the dagger above his head, ready to plunge it deep into Calix’s chest. Suddenly, he lets out an agonizing scream and drops the dagger to clutch his chest, scraping at his skin as it seems like his chest is heating up. Calix faintly hears someone shouting behind him and lifts his head to see a familiar figure running toward the crowd, a dash of red spotted behind him. “Now, Calix! Now is your chance!” Isaac shouts and points at Evander, who is now twisting in pain on the ground. Calix snaps out of it and lunges for Evander, aiming straight for his jugular and bites down hard with his teeth, sinking them into his human flesh and tears free. He strikes twice more, hearing t

Elena whispered, her silver blade flashing in the amber light of the enemy fires. From the dark shadows of the ravine trail, twenty black-clad hunters materialized from the fog, their steel plate armor reflecting the eerie, corpse-like glow of the chemical fire. In the center of the line, his silver cloak untouched by the driving sleet, stood Cassian Vale. In his right hand, he carried a long, thin glass vial filled with a silver-veined fluid—the precise extraction compound of the King's blood-smiths.

Zeke's capture. And Caius—the vampire prince was still healing from whatever the Queen had done to his blood. He lay absolutely still at the edge of camp, looking more dead than usual. "Anything?" Isa appeared beside me, her witch's cloak making her mix with the night. "Too much nothing," I grumbled. "No animal sounds for the last hour." She nodded. "I feel it too. Something's coming." "Go wake the others," I said. "Quietly." As Isa slipped away, I pulled my knives from their sheaths. The silver one for vampires, the iron one for witches, and my favorite—bone-handled steel for everything else.

Her feet scraped against the floor as she tried to keep her footing. "Last chance," said Isaac. "Or what?" "Or this." Isaac dove forward, moving behind Marco. He reached around him, hacking his dagger through the wrist holding Lavinia's face. Marco screamed in pain, letting go of her. Isaac did not relent, swiping his knife cleanly through Marco's arm, severing it entirely. The limb fell to the ground, and Lavinia's stomach turned. She scrambled backward, pulling herself towards Sonia, now back in her human form, and Arabella, still bleeding profusely.

“Yes it's the only way to remember her, I didn't see a face— I couldn't... She was like a glow stick,” Isaac leaped towards me, grabbing a dagger from his stash, slicing through my palm, “Ow!” I cried out “Are you crazy?” “Hold still, it will heal” he assured me. I watched the blood on the knife, oozing down on the pendant, clicking it open, “That didn't happen before,” I whispered,

“You won’t get away with this. My pack will find me. Andrei will—” “Your husband is too busy losing his mind to help you.” Isaac smiled. “I’m the only one who can handle the demons’ voices. He’s too weak.” Demons? Was he seriously implying that Andrei was talking to demons, too? Those visions—it couldn’t be like that. It was impossible. Andrei was just… struggling. Not communing with dark forces. They didn’t even exist! He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife. It had a small ruby embedded in the hilt, sort of like the one I used to have. I loathed to think about what this one could do. “Don’t worry. It’ll be over quickly.”