Isaac Castlevania Knife Novels & Stories

They are coming. Isabela’s face changes in a heartbeat. The rage smooths away. Her eyes go cold and sharp. Then she moves fast. She snatches the big kitchen knife from the counter. The sharp one Nana uses when she is cutting meat. My heart jumps into my throat. “Nana,” I manage to whisper. “Knife…” But Isabela does not come toward me. She drags the blade across her own forearm. Blood opens under her skin in a thin, red line that gets wider as it fills. She drops the knife on the floor beside me so hard it clatters, then lifts it again, smearing the handle in her own blood.

A strange looking net. Isaac went to grab it but I stopped him. I threw my silver knife on it and the electricity buzzed at my knife and was drawn to it. "It's electrified." Isaac says. "They took Jackson." I say.

I slowly reached for the dagger. I pulled it out. Quietly. Carefully. The moonlight hit the blade. Someone behind us chuckled. Probably Marcus. I held the dagger between us, not raised. “I’ll fix this,” I said under my breath. Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “By killing me?” I almost laughed. But I didn’t. I stood. Held the blade high. “I’ll do it,” I said loud. Calm. Elias looked pleased. “Then do it.” I looked at Sebastian one last time.

"Since we left the castle and whenever we interact with humans, you have a certain attitude of hostility towards them, is there any reason for that?" "... Actually, I don't think it's hostility that you perceive." Isabell replied in a low voice, inspecting her pinky nail in boredom. The black polished nail was almost 2 centimeters long. She had a nail clipper in her other hand, but the nail was well trimmed and required no polishing. Satisfied, Isabell tossed the clipper into a small holster beside her; which was actually a magic item for storing items.

"She'll come around." "Yeah," Isaac agreed. "She always does." I will come around, all right. Just not how you think. My eyes scanned the kitchen—the gleaming counters, the marble island—until they landed on the knife block. I reached out, fingers closing around the handle of the biggest chef's knife. The blade caught the light as I pulled it free, gripping it tight. I stormed back into the living room, knife pointed straight at Isaac. "Get the hell out of my house. Now."

I found it extremely difficult to answer those questions and I asked myself what would happen if the truth happened to be the very thing I had feared. Sunlight streamed in through the windows as Satake sat on the couch of his living room staring at his family heirloom. The Katana had always been hanged as a decoration until last night. He unsheathed the weapon and examined the blade. It was curved and there was a line separating the finish of the main blade but that was it. There was nothing special about it from the tip to the hilt. There was no inscription or special marking he had missed. It felt wrong to tag it as just a Katana but he was frustrated. Years of holding back those horrible

****** Isaac brought his two palm and clasped it together, he started making incantations and when he opened his hands, two identical eyes stared at him from his palm, each eye was at his middle palm. "I need you to kill River, show her no mercy." Isaac ordered and the eyes closed. He rubbed his good eye and smiled to no one in particular. "I would like to see how tough you are, River, better get ready for my unexpected attack."

The screams of that bastard gave him equal joy that gave his sister. They made sure to bleed his anal enough to lose his sense while beating and scratching his body. When Sila saw the blood from his body everywhere after ten minutes, she demanded over the screams. “I want a knife!” Isaac walked and handed it to his sister. He gave her an assuring nod and stepped back. Sila clutched it in her hand and walked towards her culprit. The Vors gave her a way, stepping back while Adrian, almost half unconscious, opened his eyes and crawled his body towards her.

How did they know we'd be here? *Lynn!* Vincent called through the link. *What do we do? They keep coming! This is not a normal attack.* Lynn groaned. *I don't kno-* Claws dug into Lynn's arms, and the wolf bore its fangs into her neck. "LYNN!" Vincent yelled when Lynn let out a scream. He ran to help her, but let out a pained howl when he was stabbed from behind with silver. He turned around and ripped the Werewolf's head off.

85 Noah. The dagger came in a black box. There was no note or seal. It was just the blade, nestled like it was sleeping. It was silver and engraved with my name, and a crown. Isaac set it on the kitchen table like it might bite. “It was left at the gate,” he said. “No scent or tracks.” Of course there weren’t. I stared at it. I didn’t touch it. I didn’t need to. I’d seen that style before, centuries ago, when we were still pretending Edward hadn’t gone mad with ambition. It was the kind of weapon you sent as a message. Not for defense or declaration.