Knife Drop Novels & Stories

It lodges in his knee at the top of his kneecap and he goes down with a scream. "When did you get the time to remove your knife?" Rob says. "When I told you I spotted something fast and slow approach us." I tell him. The knife that Vivian's father planned to use as a weapon has fallen next to my shoes. I was right. One swipe if that nasty shit and I would end up dead and it wouldn't be the worst to have come out of the stab. He is still crying by his leg even now so walk over to him and step on the knife pushing it further into his knee.

“Then you take a weapon! Make sure you can defend yourself if needed!” “I’m going to,” revealing from my other pocket the tiny silver blade Declan had given me before leaving. It had been confiscated from Viktor, edged with silver and intricately carved; it was a small and lethal blade. Easily concealed, Declan had made me promise to keep it on me. Then I painstakingly twisted one small black key with six notches out of the metal loop.

"On your knees, traitor." With my hands up, I slowly bent my knees, feeling the weight of the pocket knife strapped to my thighs. A few meters to the ground, I unstrapped the knife on my thighs with a threatening look as I said, "This knife is made of silver," I gritted, holding it out. "A little stab is all it takes, and poof... you're gone." "Let's try that again, shall we?" I said with fiery eyes. "Let. Me. Go."

My eyes scanned the quad, seeing nothing but students. "You got a piece on you?" he asked, already steering Josh a step ahead with a light push. "No. Campus security is too tight. Do you?" He made a show of adjusting his jacket, his hand brushing mine. Something small and cool pressed into my palm. I glanced down. A penknife. A sleek, silver thing, barely three inches long. I scoffed. "Seriously? A penknife?" "It’s what I’ve got," he hissed back. "It could be useful. Unless you’re planning to take the guy out by strangling him with your G-string. Which, just saying, would be insanely hot."

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.”

“You’re already ordering me around in the kitchen?” “I’m teaching you,” he corrected. “There’s a difference.” Amy muttered a complaint under her breath but stepped up to the counter anyway. Drake leaned back, watching her with the same sharp, calculating focus he used in his underworld meetings. “First thing. Knife control.” He slid a small, wicked-looking utility knife across the counter toward her. Amy picked it up by the handle. “Wrong grip,” he said immediately. She blinked at it. “It’s a knife. How many ways can I hold it?”

And I disliked unknown variables more than enemies. Across from me sat Adrian. Or what remained of his composure. Viktor stood beside him, gun raised casually, the barrel resting against Adrian’s temple with unsettling familiarity. Viktor never wasted motion; his stillness alone was enough to suffocate weaker men. Adrian was already sweating. Good. Fear shortened conversations. I set the tablet aside and reached slowly into my coat pocket. Metal met my fingers. It was familiar, balanced, and perfect. My knife. Custom-forged Swiss steel, designed to my specifications alone. The blade unfolded with a soft, precise click, catching the cabin light. Along its spine, engraved in clean lettering, w

The confidence I needed to know I could do this. I gripped the knife within my shaking hand. Tighter than before. “I am sorry. I was scared.” I lie to Blake, as I move to look at him, and with a sudden and swift movement of my arm I slash his neck deeply with the knife I had earlier stolen from the kitchens. One used to prepare the meat. One sharp enough to slice easily through flesh and bone. And it had done exactly that.

"Tell me" Kyle demanded coldly. When no one responded even after a few seconds, he became impatient and threw his knife at the man who was to his right. The knife lodged right in the middle of that man's neck. Blood started to pour from his neck as the man started gurgling sounds with shock. After a moment, he fell on the ground clutching his neck while trying to save himself. But he didn't last long. He passed away after a few moments.

I had endured enough of her shit. Remembering how Keron used to call me his light in the dark, l went in the kitchen when she disappeared at night. She could do it everyday. I got the silver knife into my pockets.We had bought three of them when l moved into the villa.My intention was using them for cake cutting at home. At that time l didnt know that they will be useful in such away they did. I had been dreaming about how it can help us but l didnt put it into consideration at first.