Kai Razor Blades Novels & Stories

“You don’t have to break me to keep me.” His hand cupped the back of my neck, pulling me closer until our foreheads touched. “Then let me have you tonight without the games. No commands. Just truth.” We undressed each other slowly, hands exploring with new reverence. When we were both bare, he laid me back on the thick rug, the fire warming our skin. Kai settled between my thighs, his heavy cock resting against my already slick folds, but he didn’t push inside yet. Instead, he reached for the sleek black knife he always carried — the one that had sealed our blood oath. My breath hitched as he flipped it open, the blade catching the firelight.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

“Triple Slash!” “Spring Thunder!” “Quintuple Slash!” “Full Bloom!” Once again, Kenzo brought out his strongest move as the blades in his hands danced around Tyr menacingly. As they merged into one and came slashing down on Tyr, he felt a sense of dread momentarily. In reply, the three blades he was holding started moving. Triple Slash, Quintuple Slash, and Septuple Slash all came together and broke Kenzo’s Full Bloom assault. “Dance of a Thousand Years!” Tyr roared.

I instantly noted how built she was—all lean muscle. My dad gave her a very ominous smirk, his whole face taking on an evil appearance. "So, you seem to be well-versed in knives, Sara." He pulled out a case and dropped it on the metal table in the center of the room. "Which blade should we use today? A clip point, tanto, or maybe a straight back?" He looked up at her. When she didn't respond, he continued, "Sounds like it's dealer's choice then. Straight back it is." He pulled it out of the case.

“To create viable evidence.” “No,” I shake my head. This is a custom-made, one of a kind blade with only two others in circulation and he expects me to just leave it here? A two thousand one hundred dollar blade? No way, I would rather do time and snuggle it in. “I’m not leaving it here.” I tell him, “Use yours.” “Mine is a different make, Ale.” Alessio sighs. “How the hell did you even get that one?” I shrug, “I know a guy.”

He asked. And my memory replyed. It was the morning I fought with Kelvin."Pedro bought his boys to me, he wanted to counter me, a d i had to pull out. But I hadn't knew the mission was from you." Finally, he sighed, almost tender. “You were always my favorite blade, Kai. Sharp, clean, and loyal.” He stood, white suit moving like water, and circled me slow. “But even the best steel dulls if you leave it too close to softness.”

Kyra's POV Mark's sharp eyes met my casual and smiling ones as he stood in a confident stance, holding his twin swords in each hand. Both swords were the opposite of each other; one was slender and only as wide as two fingers. It was also long, and its tip was as pointed as a nail's. The other one was thicker and wider, almost as wide as two adults' palms placed together. It was shorter, and the tip was blunt. Both weapons might seem different, but they complement each other quite well. The blunt one only makes use of raw strength and defense, while the other focuses more on speed and agility, making it good for offense and support.

“Those are blunted. Though I don’t know if you have blades like these where you’re from. These are very heavy, and we’re trained to them since we’re very young, so…” Enough was enough. The condescending, indulgent tone he was using, she wouldn’t overlook it, not on top of everything else. She opened her mouth, lips twisting into the beginning of a snarl and tongue poised to deliver - only for her to swallow back the sharp warning. Kaizat, who had walked over to join Oscar at the rack, suddenly pulled the single massive greatsword hanging by its crossguard between two wooden prongs with one hand.

The blades were wickedly curved, etched with silver runes. "Are those... backup measures?" Noah asked, his voice low. Kael didn't turn around, but Noah saw the corner of his mouth twitch into a smirk in the reflection of a nearby windowpane. "One must always be prepared for the final boss, as you would say. These are quite special. I borrowed them from our dear friend Chayton’s private collection while he was busy nursing his bruised ego. I’m sure he won't mind. Sharing is caring, bestie."

No, Kai never left a debt unpaid. “Ready?” He pulled out surgical shears from a first aid kit that he’d opened up close by as he spoke. “Let’s get it over with” I shut my eyes and waited. In a few seconds, his hand pressed down on my uninjured shoulder and I felt the cold metal of the surgical shears piercing my skin slowly. If I said that every single moment wasn't mind-numbingly painful then I was full of shit, I just struggled to remain still because I hated being seen as vulnerable in Kai’s eyes, or anyone else really.