Jeff X Knife Novels & Stories

“Yes. Since I’m the good one, I like something precise. Clean. Elegant. A knife never fails.” Rafael coughed violently, trying not to choke on his drink. Lucas nearly sprayed his wine while Gloria facepalmed. Stacy, on the other hand, nearly fell from her seat, and Harlow... well, he couldn’t close his mouth in shock. “The good one you say?” Cassie repeated incredulously. “You just said your weapon of choice is knives! How is that good?”

Ezekiel scoffed. Aven wore a white shirt and a pair of red shorts “Look… I’ll talk to Letharia about getting a private tutor for you, I just want you to make friends.” Ezekiel nodded. “I have something for you though.” Aven handed Ezekiel, Xander’s pocket knife. Ezekiel’s eyes lit up. “I, uh… I got your name engraved next to your father’s name on the leather sheath. I also fixed some jewels that were missing on the knife, I cleaned it and had it sharpened.”

he continued, "I never intended for you to get hurt. I even replaced his knife with a retractable one so it wouldn't harm you." Curiously, Xoan picked up the knife, examining it closely. "If you don't believe me, try it on him," James suggested, obviously referring to Yadier. Yadier's eyes widened in terror, shaking his head vigorously. "No, please, don't!" Xoan swiftly thrust the knife into Yadier, wanting to test James' words. Contrary to what had been said, the knife was not retractable. It was very real and very sharp. In an instant, blood poured out out Yadier's wound profusely.

saying that he ended the call. Thomas burned in rage. "Trace the location," he ordered his men. Jeff was still crying but when he saw Thomas being distracted a little he pulled out the knife tucked against his waist gathering all his strength and attacked Thomas with it. Jeff succeeded in attacking Thomas' hand but it only took Thomas a few seconds before snatching the knife out of his hand piercing it inside his pouched belly and cutting it . Jeff shouted a cry of pain as the knife cut his stomach into two. Blood oozed out of his mouth, his eyes widened in pain.

This knife was gifted to him by Luka when he came of age, he is the only one in the pack who’s not affected by silver. When Xavier saw the knife, he looked at his brother in defeat; he knew he was not joking. He watched as Zande cut off Jace’s head like a butcher; he took it off his body so clean as if a machine cut it. He places the head aside and took gasoline which Xavier did not even notice was there.

Howled a man as he stabbed Jeff in the stomach, as the blade pierced him he smiled at his own accomplishment until he looked up to see life still in jeff's eyes. "First I will take you to hell with me!" Roared Jeff he swiftly drew a knife from behind his back and stabbed into the soldier's neck and ripped it across this throat. his head half severed he fell back to the ground. Jeff stood for a moment before collapsing backwards. "I am sorry family, I could not protect you." He mumbled as he fell. "Father!" "Noooo!" Trish yelled out, she rushed forward in a rage and grabbed for her husband sword and began fighting more fierce then the soldiers would have thought possible. Christopher charged

Stefan trusted her to and Jett trusted Stefan. Jett sluggishly brushed Xavier's hair off his forehead. "Everything is going to turn out fine" he leaned down and pressed his lips on Xavier's before lying him on the mat and getting up. He went towards his backpack, unzipping it wide open before taking out a little dagger. He went back, getting on his knees. His gaze flickered between the dagger and Xavier's face while recalling Stefan's instructions. "I hope you are right about this," He uttered, sliding his palm, creating a deep cut as blood started trickling. He grabbed Xavier's mouth, forced it open, and began feeding the unconscious person his blood.

Jaxon frowned, and Juliette watched his finger trace the back of the knife on the table carefully. "Funny, because so am I," Jaxon stated simply, picking the knife up within his fingers. He turned it over in his hands, watching it glint in the dim lighting. If Ace was effected by this, he didn't show it. His expression remianed impassive. "Perhaps, but I think my job is slightly more broad," Ace objected, his eyebrow raising slightly. Jaxon chewed on his lower lip, contemplating this.

Behind me, Xavier gently and discretely pulls my arm back, his hand reaching for the knife. Before Steve has time to understand what's happening, Xavier grabs the knife, and throws it with complete precision and accuracy into his skull. I see his body slowly react to what has just happened. His knees bow down to the ground, where his body falls down in a dead drop shortly after. Steve is lying on his back, with the knife sticking out the front. A pool of blood forming at his side. Stunned, my mouth falls open. I turn to Xavier impressed with what he's just done, only to see him collapse to the ground. I quickly reach for him, and help him to stand up.

"Someone in the Richards family got hurt; they definitely will not take this lying down. One knife..." Jepherson did not speak. Jacky focused his gaze on Logan and continued, "Waverly Village would like to apologize for that person. One knife..." None of the attendants spoke. "These three knives will put an end to our grudges. It's up to fate whether he survives this or not. Any objections?" No one spoke; Logan's eyes were fixed on the ground. Jacky threw a knife on the ground and barked, "Come on." Logan lifted his head and looked at Jacky as he reached for the knife. He plunged it directly into his chest but merely let out a muffled groan. Everyone in the room stared at him.