Kai Razor Blades Novels & Stories

Kai roared—not in words, but in raw, animal fury—and charged. The next moments blurred together in blood and motion. Steel flashed. Claws tore. Bone cracked. Kai felt pain everywhere, but he welcomed it. Pain anchored him. Pain drowned out memory. He drove the blade deep into the alpha’s chest, once, twice, again, screaming with every strike until his arms shook and his vision burned. The feral howled, staggering. Kai wrenched the sword free and brought it down in a final, brutal arc, severing head from body in a spray of dark blood.

With extreme fear, Delilah shook her head vigorously as she pleaded, "Tristan, it's me, Lila! What are you…" A scream echoed through the air as he slapped her harshly across the face. He inserted the dagger between her thighs, his tone frosty as he asked, "Was this what you did to my child?" With each word Tristan spoke, his voice grew quieter. Soon, all that could be heard were Delilah's faint gasps. The live stream flickered with static, but the ban still hadn't been enforced. I felt a chill down my spine as I met his eyes on-screen.

“Keep lying to yourself.” I hum, reaching into my coat pocket. My fingers close around the blade I always carry. “And that's the reason you kidnapped him from his home?” I pull the blade out, staring at the sharp edges. “I'm giving you one last chance before I pull your goddamned insides out.” His breath catches. The color drains from his face when I swipe the blade in the air. It's not the kind of blade that cuts, it peels. It's thin, sharp, surgical. Thinking about the amazing things I'll do with this blade makes my lips curl into a small smile.

He muttered, his voice strained. I grabbed the first aid kit from the cabinet, focusing on the task at hand. My hands moved with precision, cleaning the wound and stitching him up like I'd done countless times before. Joey shifted slightly, his jacket falling open to reveal a glint of silver tucked into the waistband of his pants-a razor blade, small but sharp. I kept my expression neutral, masking the quick flash of realization. As I reached for the gauze on the table, I made my move.

’ I added, making her blush. Just then, my phone rang and I pulled it out, frowning down at the number. Janaina… Giving the group a nod and Kiara a tap on the ass, I walked towards the front garden, not wanting anyone to hear the conversation. "Yeah? What’s up?" "I wanted to let you know that I have created the blade. The question is, have you chosen someone to wield it? Remember there is only one chance." She said quietly, I glanced back towards the open front door at Chris and Liam, seeing Liam’s sharp eyes watching me.

he asked, his voice dropping into a quiet, raspy whisper that sounded entirely hollow. "It's just a tactical blade, Thorne," I replied, my voice modulator throwing back the mechanical rasp, though my hands were secretly trembling behind my back. I quickly slid the weapon into its sheath, hiding it from his sight. "A custom piece I had commissioned through an underground contact. It’s uniquely weighted for low-light execution." Malakai stopped three feet from me. He didn't try to grab me this time. He just stared at the space where the blade had been, his chest rising and falling heavily.

Suddenly her gaze went to the cabinet above the basin and that was the only thing clicked in her mind. She stood up on her tip toes and took out the a new packet of razor. Since they are staying in this room the whole room in stocked by daily necessity things. She teared the box and took out the razor from it. It came with some extra blades also. So Isabella put the razor at the side and held one of the sharp blade in her hand.

"Kill!" A grim smile appeared on Ye Kai's face. With a monstrous bladed energy, he attacked Zephyr Khan. The sword light in his long nine-colored sword was vast and mighty. In an instant, it was divided into countless light energy / light beam, gorgeous and colorful. The bladed energy of Zephyr Khan was completely shattered in an instant! With Ye Kai's Genuine Vitality running at full speed, his body movement was as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Zephyr Khan.

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.

Purple patches and blade marks marred his body, and even in a transformed state, the gaping wounds could be seen. Opposite him was Razor, the holder of the Blade Lion technique. Razor was also in his transformed state, towering over Shao by half a meter. His eyes were cold and menacing, not anything like his regular genial self, and his claws and paws were stained with Shao’s blood. Protruding from his elbows, forearm, heel, and calves, were sharp blades that could tear through steel easily. These blades were stained with Shao’s blood as well. In contrast, Razor did not have a single wound on him. “Submit,” his strong voice appealed to his opponent’s sense of reason. There was no need to con