Novel & Cerita Kai Razor Blades

"That's intriguing. I might just take you up on that offer sometime." Xaire, on the other hand, leaned forward, her interest piqued. "You have blades, too? I lost my favorite set during my last mission. I've been meaning to get a new one." Khein nodded, his gaze meeting Xaire's. "Absolutely. I have a collection of high-quality blades. I can show you some designs, and if there's a specific style you're looking for, I can get it customized for you." Xaire's eyes sparkled with anticipation. "You can customize them?"

KAI’S POV The blade screamed before it struck. Not audibly, not to the room, but to something older inside me. The wards under my skin detonated into heat as the air split, and instinct tore control from thought. “Zara!” Too late. The blade wasn’t metal. It looked like obsidian glass, curved and narrow, veins of silver light pulsing through it like a heartbeat. It emerged from nowhere, no summoning circle, no warning glyph, just there, sliding out of empty space and into flesh.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

“Good. Now stay still otherwise I might cut you.” I tensed up as he brought the razor to my private area and started shaving me. I held my breath, scrunching my eyes up and trying to block out what he was doing. He pressed his hand on my inner thigh, forcing my legs wider so he had better access. “Almost done.” I was glad that he was almost done but worried because the razor seemed to be in a much more sensitive place now which I wasn’t comfortable with. He brought his other hand up and pressed his thumb against my clit, making me gasp and jump and I felt the blade cut me. He stopped, dropping the razor onto the floor. “I…”

All types of specially made knives were displayed and arranged perfectly before him, from fixation Bowies, authentic katanas, bolos, Gerber, and. Ah, this one. He slowly raised his glinting Obsidian knives. The thinnest blades one could ever find were three nanometres wide at the edge – 10 times sharper than a razor blade. These were made by flaking a long, thin sliver from a core of the volcanic glass. This was perfect! "Prepare him." He instructed without turning his head, knowing his men will know what to do. He critically examined each piece to make sure it will work on the flesh like butter.

I pressed against her back and moved her hand to one of my favorite blades. “This is a Poshland RAM-21. The spiral blade is painful because of the spiral wound it creates and definitely makes it much bloodier. They struggle to heal, and if they do somehow manage to heal, they will be left with serious damage from the muscles and nerves,” I said softly into her ear. Brynn tilted her head, carefully running her thumb along the dull part of the blade. She grabbed it and placed it on the table beside us. Then I moved her hand to another one. There was something incredibly hot about this right here, and I was certain that she could feel my rising lust just like I was feeling hers.

They unleashed Resonance Blasts (concentrated pulses of sound and Isotope energy) that slammed against the Sonic Shield, making the blue dome flicker ominously. "They’re trying to shatter the shield!" Kazimir roared, drawing his Underwater Combat Blade (a specialized, plasma-edged knife designed to cut through hardened materials). "We have to break through!" He moved like a steel torpedo, kicking off a splayed leg of one of the Sentries. His blade, crackling with focused energy, sliced through the creature’s chitinous armor, severing a limb. The Sentry shrieked, a high-frequency whine that vibrated through Elara’s suit.

​00:59. ​00:58. ​"Kai, now!" I screamed, my voice cracking under the strain. I was out of ammo for the Glock. I dropped it and drew the serrated blade from my boot, slicing through the throat of an enforcer who had managed to get within arm's reach. ​Kai didn't run. He didn't hide. He didn't look like a scared boy anymore.

VIOLET POV It feels so strange, the sensation of the blade against my skin. Long strokes, then short ones, his fingers spreading me open to run the razor between my lips. I trust him so much that it’s easy to relax. I stare in fascination, not fear. Watching him, watching the way he’s so careful and precise, watching the smile on his face as he shaves me bald and makes me so tender. I flinch as the razor dips between my ass cheeks, and then I giggle for being so silly.

I had a ceramic blade and a decade of repressed, agonizing fury. I lunged out of the alcove, driven by pure survival instinct. I didn't aim for his armored heart; I went for the vulnerable gap at the back of his knee. The razor-sharp ceramic blade slid through the tactical fabric like it was thin silk, severing the tendon. The man buckled with a choked gasp, his scream cut short as Luciano turned with predatory speed and finished him with a single point-blank shot.