Knife Blank Hidden Tang Novels & Stories

Marco nodded and stepped back into the hallway, closing the door behind him. I stripped out of my training clothes and pulled on black jeans, a dark long-sleeved shirt, and boots with reinforced toes. Then I opened the hidden panel in the back of my closet and surveyed my collection. Blades. Always blades. I strapped a knife to my right thigh, another to my left ankle. Two more went into sheaths at the small of my back, hidden beneath my shirt. A small dagger slipped into my boot, and finally, I secured my favorite blade—a seven-inch Italian stiletto with a bone handle—to my forearm beneath a leather cuff.

‎ ‎A petal snapped outward—unsheathing a small, glistening blade. ‎ ‎Castelle gasped, her eyes widening. “It’s a knife?” ‎ ‎Kane held it delicately between his fingers, the gleam of the steel catching the light. “A stiletto blade. Balanced. Razor-sharp. Easy to hide.” ‎ ‎He pressed it back into its sheath, returning it to her hair with gentle fingers. ‎ ‎“Why?” she asked, breathless. “Why would you give me something like this?” ‎ ‎“Because, Castelle…” His eyes darkened as he cupped her cheek. “I won’t always be in the room. And if someone ever tries to hurt you, you won’t beg for help. You’ll bleed them.”

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.

Reaching down to the side of my seat, I placed my thumb on a small panel, which scanned my thumbprint for a second before a much bigger panel slid back to reveal a small black case. I removed the case from its compartment and placed it on the dashboard, and with a few clicks to release the latches on it, I lifted the lid. Inside the case, were two iconic matte black handguns as well as a beautiful curved knife in a similarly colored sheath. The guns were exquisite models, each one customized with a laser guidance system for increased accuracy, as well as a slightly bigger barrel to contain the additional mechanisms within it. The knife was the first thing I picked out though. Even though I a

Two blades in a sheath. John even got goosebumps, and his hands reached for the blades themselves. His blades! Flawless, perfectly balanced, made of a special alloy, the secret of which only the Coven knew. Jon took out each of the blades and ran his hand over them lovingly, as if they were the most precious thing in his life. The blades were somewhat reminiscent of a Japanese sword - a katana, but slightly different from it. The same narrow and ideal, but still with their own secret, which no one is supposed to know about, except for the Hunter himself.

Then I grabbed my sheath for my waist and inserted my seven inch parkerized blade. “Holy Moon Goddess! You look like you are going to war.” Rory squealed. I laughed at her energy. I look over at Aiden who is looking at me with some emotion I cannot name. The last thing I grab is my Kukri Machete. It’s eight inches long and completely black. There is only a thin silver lining along the edge. It’s great for combat, but I am going to slice through some of the targets. “Okay, I’m ready.”

I failed to recognize the man that glared back at me. I slipped on my back gun holster over my black long-sleeve shirt and jammed my Baretta 9000s fully clipped with bullets. There were two spaces for two extra mags. In this life of mine, there was always an unexpected shoot-out. I took my shoulder holster for my curved blades and knives. I loved knives because of one thing, they were silent and deadly in the right hands. I put on my black shiny brogues and finally don my suit which smartly concealed my weapon.

When the friction was almost up and down, her hand quietly stroked the man's waist and picked up the saber on his waist This saber is made of nanomaterials. The moment a person's finger grips the handle, the scabbard will automatically fall off, revealing a sharp blade. However, only the owner of the saber can control the subtle deformation of the blade, Su Nian aimed the tip of the knife at her heart and pushed it inward for a few minutes. Seeing that the sharp tip was about to sink into her body, the man who had been motionless finally raised his hand.

Their blind eye turned towards this side of me which they have never witnessed. As tempting as the butcher knife seemed, there was no way I could have carried it around with me at all times without giving away the obvious. Hard to hide too. The glare of the bright kitchen lights reflected off it as I averted my gaze and tried to find an alternative that I could utilize more efficiently. On the other side of the drawer, placed in descending order, was the smallest fruit knife available from the set. The cold metal handle in my warm hand felt comfortable as the rough ridges gave it a better grip while its sharp edge sliced my skin just enough to not draw any blood. Content with my find, I deci