Isaac Castlevania Knife Novels & Stories

A door stood slightly open at the end. Jovial stopped breathing. “That’s him,” she whispered. I pushed the door open. Inside the room— Isaac stood against the far wall. His clothes were wrinkled, his hair messy and his eyes wide and frantic. His entire body looked like it was trembling. In his hand was a knife. The moment he saw us, his arm jerked up. The blade pointed toward us. Jovial gasped. “Isaac—” His arm moved suddenly. The knife swung from us… to his own throat.

Quinc'ys face paled, even as Stan took off his tie and stuffed it into her mouth. Isaac rose to his feet as well, picking up the switchblade and ejecting the blade—it was not particularly huge, but very sharp. "I can do it, sir," Stan said, walking up to him. Isaac, however, stayed silent as he walked around the table toward Quincy and pressed the blade against Quincy's face. He just needed to apply little pressure, and the blade would cut through Quincy's skin. Quincy could only whimper, her pupils dilating as her whole body stiffened.

When he stopped and looked down on his flank, a muggy red blood pooled in his slightly sliced pants. "What? Is this your first time seeing a blade that automatically comes back to its owner?" Edgar chuckled while showing the blade he threw before, but went back on his hand as soon as he pulled the string that was tied around his wrist. Even if he's covering half of his face with thin clothes, Isaac can see his mockery behind the fabric. True, Isaac didn't expect this unusual attack. He wondered what kind of string can allow his enemy to move his knife back and forth like yo-yo. However, this is not the time for amusement. A little scratch won't infuse his murderous spirit.

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”

I stare at the tactical blades, from the double edged ones to the specialized ones with curious eyes. I let my fingers hover around the hilts and steels, searching for the right choice among them. I picked up a curved knife for its accurate deep cut and precise swiftness. Elias, who is already reading my mind, strips Lucas until he was left only in his underwear and then he ties him up again, leaving Lucas' left hand across the edge of the table. He did not stop there, he tied his wrist to the leg of the table, making sure he cannot move his left hand away.

She remembered the hidden knife she keep for her safety under her pillow, her hand closed around it, her fingers tightening and, With a swift and deadly motion, Isabella attacked Vincent, the knife glinting in the dim light. Vincent stepped back and holds her hand in surprise, as his hand got cut and started bleeding. Vincent’s face become more darker and eyes red with anger, “This is your second mistake, Isabella. Now, you have left one more and too close to death.” Her voice was steady, her eyes flashing with defiance. “Kill me, Just do it.” He smile and, “Not so early my toy, I’m not done with you yet.”

And then, the mark faded away instantly like it was never there. “Don’t let me repeat myself,” I threatened. I placed the knife close to his neck again, and his crimson eyes lit up in fright. “Alright. Alright,” he yelled. “His name is Cassian. Cassian Varnholt.” Cassian Varnholt. It sounded ancient and gothic. So it must be authentic. “How do I know you’re not lying?” I asked. “Go fuck yourself!” He yelled. I rolled my eyes and drove the knife slowly into his neck. His shrill cry made the walls shake and his body shuddered beneath me. I pulled out the knife from his neck, his blood staining the blade. And again, his wound would heal quickly.

“Remember this one?” Piercy came back and sat down on my other side as Beau smiled. Taking the knife, he turned his palm over. “You gave me this.” “You kept mouthing off.” Holding out my hand, he gave it back. “That was a few years ago.” Cade was leaning forward. His eyes were looking at the knife. “Do you still have the one dad made you?” Leaning forward, I pulled it out of my boot. The twisted point was deadly. The handle looked just like my boot, so no one would know it was a knife. “Damn, I missed that one.” Isaac had his arms folded.

"Give... it... to me." "You want the kid? You go through me." Lucian didn't shift. He didn't have the strength left for a full transformation. Instead, he pulled the serrated combat knife from his thigh. The metal caught the flickering light of the dying fire. Ignatius lunged. He didn't move with grace. He moved with the weight of a falling building. His titanium arm swung in a wide, clumsy arc. Lucian ducked, the air from the swing ruffling his singed hair, and drove the knife into the gap between Ignatius’s neck plating.