Knife Blank Hidden Tang Novels & Stories

I didn't have the patience for any more delays. He thrust a switchblade towards me that he'd retrieved from his front jeans pocket. I didn't have the presence of mind to question why he was carrying one here "I can't let you go empty-handed. Hide it in the back fold of your jeans and use it only when necessary" he instructed, his tone hard. I shook my head "It'll give me away when they scan me for tracking devices" "It won't. It's ceramic. It won't be detected" he assured me with a confidence that helped to steady my own nerves.

“I prefer a double bladed sward.” “I know. Vincent told me. That is why I bought you this.” Ethan grabbed a box that I didn’t realize was even there. Pulling out the most beautiful set of blades I had ever seen. They each had a tri-angled blade with three prongs at the base. Once twisted together, they made up one long double-bladed sward. Each handle was custom to fit my smaller hand, but he had it engraved. “Luna Grace…” Etched into the blades in delicate script, I was blown away.

She was absorbing. I stepped to the right side of the room. “This wall is knives. Every type you can think of. Combat blades, switchblades, karambits, trench knives, double-edged, spring-loaded, throwing knives. Most people don’t realize how often these end up being the backup when guns fail. Knife throw is an art in itself.” Gianna glanced over them, her eyes narrowing as she took in the polished blades and serrated edges. She reached out to touch one but paused, hesitant. The thing looks weird in her soft, delicate hands, not gonna lie.

"They will. That’s why the wire is made to resemble a bra underwire. They won’t find it unless they strip search you, and if they do that, we’re coming in right away.’” I gave her a knife, small and sharp, meant to be hidden in a boot. "Last resort only. If something goes wrong, if my men can't get to you, use this. Aim for soft tissue. Throat, stomach, eyes." With trembling hands, she accepted it. "I've never stabbed anyone before." “Well, hopefully you don’t have to start today.

Brutal, effective, designed to take on multiple opponents and survive, if somewhat worse for wear. Also he gave me a knife, which seemed irresponsible even to me, a violent juvenile delinquent. It wasn't l like a Bowie knife either, or a survival knife. It was straight, double-edged, with a wickedly sharp point. He called it a "Fairbarn". Later I'd learn that the skills he taught me dated back to world war two. I've never been able to get Billy to tell me where he learned it.

N Y X A R A The knife feels familiar before I know why. It sits in my hand like it belongs there. The grip fits. The weight shifts toward the tip, made for close fighting. I turn it once, and the blade catches the light. It is clean, unused, and sent this way on purpose. The bond tightens, like something beyond the clearing has moved. I slow my breathing and look at the handle. There is a faint shine near the hilt, the kind that shows where a thumb has rested again and again.

“Sit down.” “Penelope, he’s—” “Sit down,” I repeat, my eyes locking onto Khalani’s greasy forehead. “Did you walk across the floor just to bark, Khalani? Because the noise is giving me a headache.” “Not just to talk,” Khalani says. His hand moves to his leather belt. There is a sharp, metallic click. A heavy, jagged hunting knife drops onto the table, the moonstone blade driving two inches deep into the wood. The silver-white edge gleams under the blue neon lights of the bar.

The planner made sure to have all my weapons in the hotel before I arrived to throw off any suspicion, and right now, I feel so grateful to him for handling my babies so well. After taking one last look at my Heckler & Koch VP9, MP5DS, and Mk23, my gaze settled on my Fairbairn-sykes Fighting Knife, Sog SOG FIXED Blade, and United Cutlery Push Dagger. Then I headed into the bathroom and got naked before entering the shower. I always like to feel clean before doing a dirty job, and tonight was going to be one of those missions where I have to do more than shooting a bullet into a man's head, so I want to look my best.

She makes a small sound against my mouth that I know no one else heard and her fingers tighten in mine. Siobhan starts the applause. ✦ ✦ ✦ The holster sits flush against my leg, inner thigh. Custom fit, thin leather, completely invisible under the train of the dress. The knife straps to my right — a $xed blade, four inches, the one I've carried since I was twenty-two, the one my father doesn't know about. Wedding appropriate, I think, straightening the train in the anteroom before we walk into the reception. For a wedding like this one, in a world like this one, absolutely wedding appropriate. Luca catches me adjusting the strap through the fabric when he comes

They showed her different kinds of knives and explained what they’re good for. “Here. You can have this one. It’s easy to conceal. If you suddenly needed a knife, this will be handy.” “Where do I hide it?” She asked while taking it from him. The sheath has a strap attached to it. Alex coughed before telling her, “If you really want to conceal it, then you put it on your thigh. If you’re wearing boots, you can strap it on your lower leg. If hiding it wasn’t your intention, then you can put it on your left arm or on your waist. You’re right-handed, right?” He couldn’t be sure so he asked.