Jeff X Knife Novels & Stories

Xena giving me head was the last thing he was going to see. I saw the shocked expression on his face when he peered in. I rammed the knife straight into his face, driving it till I felt his brain ruptured. I left the knife there and watched him ram into another bike cutting down the bikers to eight. It was going to be a long ride.

His knife left his fingers so fast it whistled. It shot across the room directly at Xavier’s face. Xavier caught it. One-handed. Palm open. Blade flat against his skin. He didn’t even blink. He turned it slowly, admiring the craftsmanship. “Shame,” Samuel sighed dramatically. “I was hoping we could kill the original. Let Fiero keep the title.” Xavier flicked his wrist, tossing the blade back toward the wall. It landed in one of the previous marks with a neat thunk. “Ambitious,” he said lightly. “But unnecessary.”

I had kept a knife in my boots, just incase things got ugly and I'd have to fight a real battle. However, this wasn't a battle but still…I'm pretty sure that it'd be good for punctuating holes in someone. I raised the knife up, my main goal was simple. Jam the fùvking into his Skull and watch his bleed. However it was caught short by something. Or someone. “What the fùck? Are you nuts?” Allistair snapped and I paused immediately. My eyes were On Xander as I kept glaring at him but the annoying smile on his lips pissed me off even more and I wished I could start the butchering from there.

His mother is dead? Pathetic stuff! But why would he go that far to prove a point? He shouldn't have done that. There are a thousand ways to kill a rat. Slowly, I step out of my hideout. I wasn't alone. I ensure I grab a knife as a two-factor authentication. I am still in denial. I've been stabbed in the back a thousand times for me to trust someone else. "What's that you're holding?" Xavier asked, pointing to the knife in my possession.

Cadman pushed Jefferson, and although not using too much force, he managed to knock Jefferson's body back. And Cadman again drew his knife towards Jefferson. Jefferson was still trying to hold it, but this time he could only deflect the knife aiming at his neck; it turned and grazed his shoulder. Jefferson shouted, his screams hoarse. Jefferson squeezed his shoulder, and he cried. Meanwhile, Cadman, who was above him, looked displeased. "How lucky." Cadman raised the knife again; he raised it so high that it was even higher than his head. It was a terrifying sight; he wanted to plunge the knife into Jefferson's body with all his might.

Maddie jerked. “Don’t even think about it, Darling.” Jason growled, though the smile on his lips was inviting. Her eyes widened as she looked at the curved knife in his grip. It was a Scian mhór, the blade he had chosen for the weapons trial, however that wasn’t the memory that rushed her, forcing her to stumble back a step. No, it was the memory of another curved blade, one that had lodged deep in her shoulder when she deflected it from striking Michael.

The Boss instructed, and his henchmen cuffed the hands of a very reluctant Jeffrey to the table. "Question one." The man said pulling out a butcher's knife from the box that had been laid on the table and Jeffrey gulped. "What are you Jeffery?" "A man dumbass." He croaked and was rewarded with the butchers knife landing on his right thumb, he screamed in pain as he watched it roll away. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, wrong answer dear." He said, "you are a dead man, food for vultures." He screamed taking the pen knife and stabbing him in the stomach.

No one ever discussed Preston’s father, much less in front of him. The initial shock of the words passed over Preston in a look of confusion, then settled behind a narrowing, hateful stare. “You’re dead, freak!” He stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled out a knife, then ran his thumb over a button on the handle. A blade popped out from the side, and Jeff backed away. “I’ll gut you from sack to sternum.” He chambered his arm, ready to stab. Jeff covered his sides and turned just as a car appeared around the corner and slowed to a stop. Preston slid the blade back in his pocket. “A word about this to anyone and you’re dead.” The window rolled down, and Mr. Drake peered out. “Morning, boys.”

He barked. Hissing, I mumbled, “I hope Mister Landers takes your head.” It was rather entertaining to watch Jaxon grow paranoid and pace the small area. He stopped suddenly, and his cold eyes fell on me. “Why do you carry a knife? Who are you, really?” “That's my dead father's weapon. I'm a Master of Blades, and I am mates with Alpha Austin Belmont,” I explained plainly.

We just passed the 12 weeks mark. “Rissa and Gabe will help you practice and get used to it.” I just nodded and pulled the knife from its sheath. It was beautiful in its own deadly way. I didn’t know shit about knives, but I was sure you can kill pretty easily with a blade like this. “The blade is a high density silver alloy, so don’t cut yourself,” Gabriel chimed in. “I won’t.” I gave him an offended look as I put the blade back and closed the box on it.