Isaac Castlevania Knife Novels & Stories

LUCA’S POV The knife lay on the desk where I’d left it, its blade glinting in the soft morning light spilling through the curtains. It was a relic of last night’s little drama—Isabella’s pathetic attempt to kill me. I picked it up, running my thumb along its sharp edge. Sleek. Clean. Deadly. A knife suited for quick, efficient work. I imagined her holding it, her hands shaking but her eyes filled with fire. She wanted to kill me, and she had come so close.

I murmur. I raise my hand, and a silver dagger appears. Enchanted. Pure. A blade for severing ties. “This is for Simone,” I whisper—and stab it into his hand. He lets out a gurgled breath as the magic within him fractures like shattered glass. The cabin trembles, lights flicker, and then… silence. I pull the blade free, wipe it clean. Isabella doesn’t cry. She just walks out into the rain.

They were walking back to the castle when a shiny blade caught Kate’s eye. “Susanna, look at those,” Kate whispered, gesturing toward the blades. The proprietor stood to the side of the table. Hearing the girls talking, he stepped forward and held a blade out for them to inspect. “This one is pure silver, the handle made out of oak wood, solid and firm,” he said, holding the knife out toward Kate to inspect. Kate took the blade and looked it over. “Do you have any holsters? Something to hide under our clothing so we can carry the blade with us?” Susanna asked, gesturing toward his table.

"Rhaedon, wake up!" The decision crystallized in that moment, amid the chaos. I grabbed the ritual knife from the altar, slicing deep into my palm without hesitation. Blood welled, hot and vital, and I pressed it to Rhaedon's wound, then offered the blade to Isaak. "Do it. For us. Or watch him die and take us with him anyway." Isaak's hand trembled as he took the knife, his eyes searching mine. The bond pulsed with his turmoil: love, fear, possession. "If we do this... no regrets. You're mine. Both of you."

Standing up from his seat, he walked toward Jane who was clicking his tongue as he tried to heal his wound, “That woman! She had used magic on that blade! My wounds aren’t healing at all.” “Hey,” Isaac called for Jane to turn his head. Much to his shock, he felt a dull pain on his chest. Isaac stood before him while still holding to the sword that had pierced his chest. “If the Master have found out about everything already, then I have no choice but to use you as my scapegoat.” Jane parted his lips, wanting to voice out his anger of being fooled and betrayed by Isaac but he couldn’t as blood bubbled from his throat. Isaac pulled the sword away, kicking the body of the man across the ground.

“C’mon. Still too stared to kill me?... I thought you could do better than this? Isabel’s voice was faintly mocking. She could barely stand on her feet because her vision was distort, but she doesn’t intend to give up. She would rather die with her head up high than beg this pig for her life. The lycan grabbed her by the head, its claws dug into her scalp and it lifted her until her feet was dangling above the ground. When she thought he was going to throw her across the room like he had done several times, he stabbed her instead with a knife made out of silver, surprising her. The creature was about pulling the knife out of her stomach when a cracking sound was suddenly heard from behind it

“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,

I count three beats, letting my claws slide out just a fraction. "What do you want?" I ask, turning my head slightly. Isac stands there. His blue eyes are bright in the shadows, a cruel, mocking smile stretching across his face. He does not stop walking. He closes the distance between us with terrifying speed. I hold my ground, bracing my weight on my back foot. "Get away from me." "I want you dead," Isac whispers. Before I can blink, his hand snaps sideways. His fingers lock around my throat like an iron vise. He lifts me clean off the floor, slamming my back into the stone pillar.

He fell to the ground and winced. “Jace!” Cassandra screamed and rushed up to his side. Radomir ordered his men to stand down. He looked at Cassandra. “Come with us, and he lives”. Cassandra looked up angrily at him and pointed the knife she'd taken from the kitchen at him. “I don't think so”. The vampire laughed. “You want me to believe you know how to use that?”. He stepped closer. “Don't come any closer or you'll be sorry”. Radomir scoffed.

"You'll see." "I didn't do anything. Believe me. I just use this stuff to play computer games and….and watch p**n, I swear!" Shaking his head, Isaac readjusted the gag and spread out his equipment. Instruments of torture. Knives with different uses—stabbing, carving, skinning. Pliers. A chain saw. An axe. Oh boy, Isaac was in for some fun tonight. He could feel the bead of sweat sliding down his back as the adrenaline built up, his breaths shallow and quick.