Isaac Castlevania Knife Novels & Stories

“Yes, I wa... want it !!!” I said and tried my best not to burst out in tears. “Well that's great” She said happily and got up from her seat then took out a silver knife with her magic. “Anastasia listen carefully it is a special silver knife and made like a thousand years ago with the help of some powerful witches. There are a total of three... Two are already with Lucifer, but everyone thought that third knife has destroyed, but I have it luckily.... somehow” She explained, and I asked

Holding a knife in one hand and a gun in the other, he stood before her to taunt her. What he didn't realize was that he looked so ridiculous trying to act macho that Vinca would have laughed if it wasn't for the predicament that she was in. There was a piece of wood near her that looked like a broken leg of a table. She held it tightly and waited for him to attack. As soon as he moved forward, she hit him in the face with the piece of wood, grazing him with the nails on the wood.

Isabelle flashed a very dangerous smile at them. “Oh don’t I? Well we’ll have to change that.” Suddenly Isabelle charged forward, pulling out a very sharp looking knife, seemingly from nowhere.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

Blood splattered everywhere as Isaac's left hand was severed, flying across the room. Liam, holding a small knife from the dining table, remained utterly indifferent.

With just a few words, Caleb had sealed Isaac's fate. "No!" Isaac shouted. He suddenly yanked the dagger from his chest. It was an exquisitely crafted prop knife, with a latch on the side. When the latch was pressed, the blade would retract, turning it into a stage dagger. "Frauds! You're all frauds! I'm the real heir! I'm the child of the prophecy!" He raved like a lunatic and swung the fake dagger wildly, lunging straight at me. Bernard, who'd been standing to the side and watching the show the whole time, had been itching for action. With one clean, practiced move, he twisted Isaac's arms behind his back and slammed him face down onto the floor, one knee pressing firmly between his should