Knife Blank Hidden Tang Novels & Stories

I stood outside, under the harsh sun for about three minutes before I broke the lock of the door in annoyance and walked in. The first thing I did was to chug down a beer and then get an ice bag to help my sore ankles. Munching a bundle of crunchy biscuits, I waited patiently for Blade who still hadn’t replied my message. After consuming six bottles of beer and countless snacks, I watched a black sedan drive in and park in the coffee shop’s driveway. Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side.

Fighting throngs of them in human form is Thor's specialty. Before I abandon the car, I open the glove compartment and bring out the serrated edge karambit knife I took from Uncle Knox's workshop. The karambit is a perfect knife for silent killing. It can slice deep into flesh with ease and the curved and serrated edges on the silver blade make it a deadly and dangerous weapon that can hook and snag at sensitive organs like the intestine, making the person suffer a slow and painful death.

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Infront of me , on my lap , five throwing knives lay on the rough material being held in place by little rubber bands attached to the fabric . My eyes lit up when I seen the colour . They were turquoise. A big smile instantly appeared on my face as I admired the knives , that each one , slowly got smaller as my eyes ran across them . I touched the edge of the knife , getting a little paper cut . The knives were really sharp , and I could see symbol on the knives . It was an Ace symbol . It was small and simplistic but I really liked it.

Rule number two of this business: know your prey. Mr Allard gets in the driver’s seat and now it’s time to have some fun. While he’s busy turning his phone back on, I carefully pull my best friend from my ankle holster. Crimson – as I like to call her – is an 11” titanium knife with a 5” trailing point blade with a sloping style hilt. I never go anywhere without her and before you ask, yes I call it a ‘she’, how can I not? She’s reliable, durable, gets the job done and is bloody every month. Quickly sitting up, I place the blade of my knife to this throat, while being sure not to nick the skin – that’s not how we’ll be doing this. His body instantly goes rigid as he pushes himself into the s

One of the warriors spoke up, “Gamma Rory, I saw our Luna. She is bad ass. The mess she left behind took a long time to clean up.” Right. Some of the folks here saw the fight. I’m surprised they are not scared of me. Maybe because they are wolves or warriors. Who knows. I don’t want anyone to be afraid of me anyway. “I need a minute to set up.” I said as I dropped my bag on the bench. I opened the duffel and grabbed the thigh holsters and strapped them in. Then I grabbed some of the hand throwing knives and secured them in place before grabbing my scabbard. From there, the only knife different from my kabar knives is the bowie. It’s longer at sixteen inches. Then I grabbed my sheath for my w

“The blade is ready. It’s small and sharp. I hid it in my boot. I tested the edge this morning. It will cut clean. I walked the eastern path to the circle. No one stopped me. I can get very close.” I lifted my head. “Show me.” He reached into his boot slowly. He pulled out the knife. The blade was short. The handle was black and wrapped in leather. He held it through the bars so I could see it. The metal caught the torchlight once. It looked clean. It looked deadly. I looked at it carefully. “Good. You remember the plan?”

My blade says enough. The thigh holster straps on tight, and the knives slide into place like they belong there. I check each one by feel, sharp, balanced, and familiar. The pistol goes at my back, compact and unregistered. I take one more blade and slip it into the sheath at my boot. Redundancy saves lives.

Eventually, I slid out of bed quietly, careful not to wake her, and walked across the hardwood to my closet. I bypassed the suits, reached for the wall panel, and unlocked the hidden safe behind it. From inside the safe, I grabbed my matte-black pistol, a pair of loaded mags, two slim throwing knives, my brass knuckles, and a backup blade. Then I grabbed a clean charcoal T-shirt, black slacks, and a dark watch from the shelf. I slid the gun into the back of my waistband, strapped a blade to my ankle, tucked another behind my belt, and dropped the brass knuckles into my front pocket.

If I have to become a killer once again, then that’s what I’m prepared to do. I change into a black long-sleeve turtleneck bodysuit and slip into black jeggings with buckles around the thigh and waist. I put on a pair of black athletic sneakers and then tie my hair up into a ponytail. I then walk over to the armoury and prepare to stock up. I grab my usual thigh holsters and strap them around my waist and each thigh. Grab two Beretta 92Fs and load them with mercury-tipped rounds and secure them into my thigh holsters. I then grab my knife holster and strap it to my thigh, select my set of six diamond-shaped daggers and slip them into the holster. Each dagger is made from titanium but with me