Knife Drop Novels & Stories

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ NOTE : Shuriken and Kunai are traditional Japanese weapons that are thrown at an enemy or target, and are sometimes used to stab, cut, and kill clients. See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️

Kendrick's eyes narrowed, bursting out his spiritual Qi. Slap! Charlotte groaned, and as her back slammed hard against the stone wall, a silver knife fell to the ground. The knife was only the thickness of an adult finger, but it was extremely sharp. On Charlotte's wrist, a shallow fine line has appeared. In desperation, she just planned to end her life. Unfortunately, Kendrick found out, and the sharp weapon only left a mark on Charlotte's wrist, and she did not even manage to cut her skin.

The knob felt cold under my palm, and as I turned it, his words rang out loud and clear. "For someone who didn't want to hurt me, you sure put a lot of force behind it when you drove the fucking knife into me."

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

We just passed the 12 weeks mark. “Rissa and Gabe will help you practice and get used to it.” I just nodded and pulled the knife from its sheath. It was beautiful in its own deadly way. I didn’t know shit about knives, but I was sure you can kill pretty easily with a blade like this. “The blade is a high density silver alloy, so don’t cut yourself,” Gabriel chimed in. “I won’t.” I gave him an offended look as I put the blade back and closed the box on it.

Get undressed. Kit could smell his breath on her cheek. She didn't think about anything else. And no one stood before her eyes. Only Rosvo at the time of the attack. Sharply dropping her right hand down, she caught a knife that slipped out of her blouse sleeve and, turning around, slashed the Imitator in the face with a backhand.

Ours on the right. I walked straight past our station. I walked toward the Moon Crescent table. Silas, Martha, and Pip followed me in a tight formation. I reached the table where Skade would stand. I looked at the polished wood. I took the Northern knife. I lifted it well up over my head. I thrust it down to the very heart of her table with a sudden swipe. The wood snapped with a noise like a bone breaking. It was a jagged tooth of steel in the center of her workspace.

Alyssa My pulse skyrockets as Niko reaches for the sharp knife on the table, kneeling down in front of me. I remain perfectly still as he brings the blade to my shirt, slicing it open in one swift movement. The sound of fabric tearing echoes in the room. He rips it from my shoulders like it's made of paper, leaving my chest exposed to the cool air.

Rhea said, her voice tight with fear. I could hear banging on the door, could hear them trying to force it. I grabbed the cutlery holder with both hands and turned it upside down, pouring the cutlery onto the tiled floor. The metal pieces clattered loudly, knives and forks and spoons scattering across the tiles in a chaotic jumble. I crouched down and picked up the knife, the biggest chef's knife we owned. It looked really sharp, the blade gleaming under the kitchen lights. The edge caught the light and reflected it back at me. Exactly what I need right now.

Grip’s powerful kick was enough to knock him out on the ground together with the knife. “Tried to slice my girl eh?” Grip walked over the skinny man while heading straight to the man who swallowed a whole huge watermelon. He stepped on the knife’s handle making it flip over and creating full continuous turns until it landed right on his hand. “D-Don’t...” the man dropped down on his knees. “Please!” he begged with clasping hands. His teary eyes were quivering in fright.