Jeff X Knife Novels & Stories

Cleavers, scimitars, and chef's knives, blades for boning, filleting, carving, slicing, and chopping. "Before we were criminals, the Zajacs had a family trade. What we learned, we passed down. I can butcher a hog in forty-two minutes." He lifts up a long, slender knife, touching the ball of his thumb to the blade. Without any pressure at all, the skin parts, and a bead of blood wells up against the steel. "What do you think I could do to you in an hour?" he muses, looking up and down my stretched-out frame. "Maybe you could explain what the fuck you want, for a start," I say. "This can't be about transit property."

“I didn’t break a rib. I’m fine.” Chantal poked and felt around, and Gage swore soundly. “Hold still.” “You’re a sadist.” His jaw ticked as she felt along each rib. Happy with her examination, she rose and checked on their clothes. Her eyes fell on Gage’s sheathed knife, and Chantal reached out. “Careful! That blade is sharp. That’s a Ka-Bar.” “Isn’t that what SF soldiers use?” “Yes—It’s a U.S. Marine Corps Fighting Knife. Mine’s not a standard issue.”

he cut in quietly. “No, you don’t!” My chest was heaving again, but this time it was anger surging through me fast and hot. “You can’t just throw yourself in front of knives like you’re invincible. You don’t get to do something that stupid and expect me to just—just sit here and laugh with you after.” The room suddenly went quiet as he stared at me, his gaze never leaving mine. For once, there was no sarcasm in his eyes, no easy deflection. Just sincerity and remorse. “That was a wolfsbane knife Xane. Any inch deeper and you would have been gone.”

I followed his line of sight and saw a knife by a bench outside the makeshift arena before his head turned in another direction, and I saw another knife. I kept looking around as Maddox spoke highly of his Ace warriors, and by the end of my observation, I already saw five knives everywhere, including one hanging in Xander’s pocket, like a Swiss knife but bigger. At least I could grab a dagger from everywhere. I promised Xander I would not kill anyone unless I had to choose between my life and theirs. And I hope I didn’t need to go to that part. Soon, a warrior with a grim expression stood in front of me. Maddox puffed his chest and crossed his arms against it.

“I’m faster with a blade than any maneuver you might be thinking of.” Jeffrey stood to his feet and immediately took in the situation. He pulled out his silver pistol. Chevalier pressed the blade closer to my throat, the metal glinting in the light of the streetlamp. “Don’t shoot and don’t get any closer,” he told Jeffrey. “I assure you that I can slit her throat quicker than you can shoot me, and you can’t shoot me without shooting her.” Jeffrey reassessed the situation. He did not lower his gun, but he did not shoot, either.

Jeff continued his movement, stepping under the man's arm, grabbing his wrist and turning it in. The punk dropped the knife with a whine and Jeff finished the move he had practiced thousands of times with a roundhouse kick to the ribs. As the man doubled over in pain, Jeff stepped in and finished him off with an elbow strike to the nose. He was rewarded with a loud breaking sound and a cry of pain as the man dropped to the ground.

"I told you I was good with close combat. Knives are kind of my thing." "I can see that," Axiel said slowly. He walked over to the doorframe and pulled the knife free, examining where it had struck. "Dead center. That's... impressive." "I've had practice," I said, strapping the second knife to my other thigh. "Back in my pack, I was one of the best knife fighters we had. Guns are loud, messy. Knives are quiet. Personal." I met his eyes. "And in close quarters, they're often more effective."

" Richo sobbed with his face turning bright red. He couldn't do anything. "Now, let me ask you one more time. Where is she?" "I ti... Ahkk!!!" another loud sound echoed throughout the room as Jaxter drew the knife quickly and suddenly thrust the sharp commando knife into the side of Richo's left thigh. This time instead of just jabbing, Jaxter drew it to tear through all the layers on his thigh, and he didn't even do one jab! But he did it repeatedly without saying anything. Not just in one place but in so many that all the jeans on Richo's left thigh turned dark red.

And took out a small knife from his pants pocket. "I thought you only carry a gun with you for your protection, but now I see you carry a knife along with the gun",, Amelia sai,d, looking at the knife in Xavier's hand. "I keep this knife with me to heal my wounds in such a situation," Xavier said and cut his shirt with the knife. Amelia looked at the bullet hole in Xavier's body and she was horrified. She saw not one but two bullet marks on his stomach. Xavier saw Amelia's terrified face and said, "If you can't bear this scene, look away."

Evelynn POV Blood hit the ground before the first breath finished leaving my lungs. Jaxon moved like he’d been waiting his entire life for this moment. He was fast, brutal, laughing under his breath as his blades carved through the first creature’s throat. It didn’t fall clean. None of them did. The thing shrieked, voice splitting into layers, clawing forward even as black ichor poured from the wound. “Yeah.” Jaxon muttered, ducking under a swipe that would’ve taken his head off. “You’re definitely worse than the last batch.”