Knife Blank Hidden Tang Novels & Stories

“Inspect.” === Item: Dull Firewood Axe Description: A dull axe used to chop firewood. Effect: +50% Firewood Chopping Speed Durability: Unbreakable, bound to the player. === Ping! [New Hidden Title Unlocked: Bladeless.] Puzzled by this new hidden title, Zen wondered what he did to earn such a thing. It wasn’t his first hidden title, but the gamer hoped it was better than the last. === Bladeless Description: Turns anything you hold into a deadly blade as long as you will it.

I heard the click before I saw the opening—a hidden compartment built into the wall, older than the house itself. She drew out something long and wrapped in thick, cracked leather. “What is that?” I asked, stepping closer. She peeled the cover away slowly, revealing a blade unlike anything I’d ever seen. Not silver. Not steel. The metal shone like it has life—pale gray veined with deep blue, like frozen lightning trapped in iron. The handle was bound in blackened hide, carved with ancient runes. “Nóttskjære,” she whispered. “The Night Cutter.”

He looked proud. "That's it," he said. "That's the look. That's the Hunter." He walked over and handed me a small, velvet-wrapped bundle. "What's this?" I asked, wiping my hands on my pants. "Graduation present," he said. "Open it." I unwrapped the cloth. Inside was a set of hidden holsters. Thigh straps. An ankle sheath. And two beautiful, custom-balanced daggers with handles made of black ash wood. "Silver-coated titanium," Edward explained. "Light enough to carry all day. Sharp enough to cut through bone. They fit under a skirt or jeans. Nobody at law school needs to know you're packing."

“I brought something for you to see.” Ronan’s head lifts a fraction. Mara arrives like a shadow, eyes already warily resting on Ronan. Kieran nods to his attendants. They set down a long, narrow chest and step back. He opens it himself. Inside rests a brace of throwing knives with pale handles, each inlaid with a smoky thread of metal like a lightning bolt frozen mid-flight. “Silversteel,” he says softly. “Flexible, balanced, takes an edge like a promise. I had these set aside when I heard you were studying knife throwing.”

They felt like their bodies refused to comply with their brains. “Are you sure about that?” Shadow’s right hand sneakily delved inside her back pocket. Hermes and Hercules stayed silent, and couldn't say anything. Their minds were mostly blank. Pitch black. Literally nothing. They had no thoughts which were weird. Gradually, Shadow revealed what she was hiding behind her. It was a SURVIVOR HK-786BK Black Survival Knife. Hermes and Hercules’s eyes bulged and their mouths were literally foaming. They were also unsurprisingly peed inside their pants due to the fear.

I walk over to the lockers and open in revealing different types of blades. Drop-Point Blade, ,Gut Hook, Sheepsfoot Blade, Clip-point blade the list goes on. My lips curl into a satisfaction smirk as my fingers brushed over the sharp metal. My eyes stopped when the kukri blades caught my eye. The blade was customized black as it had a 90 degree curve, suitable to dig someone's guts out. I took some of the blades and walked over to the beginning level wall, where you practice your aim. I throw the blade and it pierces through the wooden wall as it hit the center. I closed my eyes and let out a breath as I replaced the wooden wall with him standing in the center. I threw the blade and it lande

My manhood throbbed inside my pants at the sight of her spotless skin. She looked scared and nervous. "What is it?" She asked, trying to use her hands to cover her exposed body. But that was useless. I tried very hard to concentrate on her face but my eyes kept moving to her bare skin. Karl growled hungrily, I tried to keep him under control. Before I could answer her question, she tried turning around to grab a blanket when the towel slipped and fell to the ground, leaving her totally nude. My eyes widened at the magnificent sight. I quickly turned around when I saw how embarrassed she was.

After the plates were cleared—Anatoly washed, I dried—he disappeared into the back room and returned with a small bundle wrapped in oilcloth. He laid it on the table and unfolded it. A Glock 19, matte black, already loaded, two spare magazines. A thigh rig—black leather, worn soft from use. And a fixed-blade knife in a fancy sheath, the handle wrapped in leather. He pushed them toward me. “Your size,” he said simply. I picked up the pistol, checked the chamber out of habit, racked the slide once. The weight felt right. Familiar. Like an old friend who had never let me down.

she sits up and stretches like she’s been asleep all the while, “Ready?” “Yep,” I say, popping the p, looking around for my sword and removing the big black jacket I wore over a small tight green top and shorts. Finally finding my sword leaning gracefully against the bark of a tree, I pick it up, admiring its uniqueness. An ice sword befitting an ice queen, with a handle carved so perfectly for my slender fingers to get a good grip, it has a perfect weight with a blade so sharp and shiny. Although she looks fragile, she’s a lot tougher and can withstand any amount of pressure or force, just like her owner. Smirking at the comparison, I swirl the sword around and point at Anora, who’s now sta

Recently dropped. The blade itself bore a small, familiar sigil near the base, etched, so finely you could have missed it if you didn’t know where to look. A stylized fang. Nightfang’s mark. Rin’s hand went cold around the hilt. “Kael,” she said quietly. He turned. His gaze dropped to the knife, then snapped back up to hers. The line of his shoulders went rigid. “Is that—” Talia began, peering over Rin’s other shoulder. “Ah. Shit.”