Knife Blank Hidden Tang Novels & Stories

Fiona took the pen in her hand and looked at it, confused, "Can you give it to me?" "YES." Paul Henry nodded. When in Paul Henry's hand, Fiona thought it was just a red fountain pen, but when she held it in her hand, she realized it seemed different from other normal pens. Fiona I don't know, flipping the cap of the pen with my hand, letting out a small voice, this is not a pen at all, but a small knife, where the pen nib is replaced with a blade, looks very sharp. "This is for self-defense, the nib is made of tungsten steel, can break glass, can also be used as a pen nib to write, normally you just keep it in your pocket, it won't take up much space." Paul Henry explained.

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”

He was thinking about his shift ending, while I was thinking about his life ending. ​I didn't use the Glock. Even with a suppressor, the "pop" would be a gamble I wasn't ready to take while I was still on the outer ring of the estate. Instead, I drew the serrated combat knife from the leather sheath strapped to my boot—the one Malakai had pressed into my hand, telling me it was my last line of defense. I moved like a flicker of black smoke, closing the sixty-foot distance in three long, silent strides that didn't even disturb the gravel beneath my soles.

His gray eyes burned with a fierce, territorial mania, his jaw clenched so hard the thick silver scars along his neck rippled like rigid iron cables under his tactical harness. ​He didn't need kinetic rifles. His right hand tightened around the hilt of his heavy tungsten tactical blade, the metal gleaming with a lethal, dark luster in the shadows. His presence was an unyielding shield, completely claiming every square inch of the territory they walked on.

I nodded and went to work seeing which one I seemed to have a gift for. I was sweating from every pore on my small body I had found a liking to the short sword and a katana. Blake thought it would be fitting to add some throwing knives. Sarin and Carden were already and Blake was all dressed to the nines for this battle. My brothers were on the far side of the room sheathing their weapons. My body was still flowing with raging angry power therefore my tattoos were a bright healthy glow.

Joan asked. "I heard she is badly wounded, do you have a knife behind those teeth of yours?" K.k asked. Joan burst into laughter "you're crazy..." K.k laughed "no I'm not, she's really in great pain, heard she would be in there for a while." Joan chortled "quite a vacation for her."

"Boss...please... I didn't know. Please...don't...kill me." "Kill you? I won't. Why would you think that?" Murmuring gently in response, fleshy lips flattened in thoughts. The tzar's casual steps brought him to a secure panel. He punched in a series of codes, it beeped and slowly opened to reveal trays of weapons, displayed for Dominic's personal use. Perfect. It had been a while but he had not forgotten. All types of specially made knives were displayed and arranged perfectly before him, from fixation Bowies, authentic katanas, bolos, Gerber, and...

I placed the gun and knife in my top draw and placed a bra over them to hide them. “Silly girl” he chuckled behind me. He twisted the knop on the draws and a hidden panel slipped away in the side of the draw. The secret compartment was the perfect size to hold the knife and the gun. “How was I supposed to know that was there” I grumbled as I placed the weapons inside. Jack turned the knob back the other way and the panel slid back into place. “If you had not ran off, I would have told you” “I don’t want you getting too touchy and making us late” I told him as I tried to move away from him.

"Besides I would remember the blade that you stuck into my chest cavity after all and this one isn't it." Brandon tensed in fear as he removed his claws from Brandon's cheek and reached down and unsheathed the long blade at his hip. Lifting it into the light a few inches and instantly Brandon realized that even though the grip and size were similar, the metal of the Shifters knife was completely different form his own currently lost blade.

To see if he’d run screaming or if that twisted part of him—the one that gets hard when I pin him down—would wake up and watch? I turn back to the table. My fingers trail over the row of knives laid out on black velvet. Different lengths, different curves. Some for precision, some for pain. I pick up the one made specifically for skinning—thin, razor-sharp, slightly hooked at the tip. Knives have always been my favorite weapon, there’s so much you can do with it.