Knife Drop Novels & Stories

Just as Dane had confessed, I too had an overwhelming feeling of wanting to keep him safe. Kade picked up the object, and I hurried over with a large silver knife. I then proceeded to stab him right in the middle of his back. As the knife pierced through his skin, I screamed, “Go to hell, you bastard!" Kade fell off Dane while attempting to grab the object from his back. “Silver, really?” he groaned in agony. “It was your idea jerk face!” I said then held another piece of silver to his throat as he lay there writhing in agony and asked, “Where is Kara?”

I say as I walk toward Xaver and Enrico. Tears begin to moisten their faces as I make my way toward them. I walk behind them toward my wall of weapons. I put the knife aside, needing something more effective for this moment. My eyes scan over the various options, landing on one in particular. A custom-designed whip with metal shards on the end. Creating multiple lacerations in one single hit. My mouth salivating from the choice, I pick it up and walk back to the men in the chairs.

I walked him through proper form, stance, and grip, emphasizing the importance of holding the knife correctly. “First, find a knife that fits you,” I explained. “Not every blade suits everyone. As a beginner, it’s best to practice with the same set until you improve. Look for something durable and balanced. And yes, some knives dull faster—avoid those. For now, a dull edge is safer, but you still want a sharp point for effectiveness.” I gestured to the training closet. “Try a few until you find one that feels right.”

"Before I forget we're in a war zone and take you on this floor." I step back, breathless, my skin burning where he touched me. I move to the kitchen table. Spadino is there. He is perched on the edge of the wood, his feet resting on the bench. He is peeling a blood orange with a combat knife. The blade is six inches of serrated steel, designed to gut a man. In Spadino’s hands, it is a delicate instrument. He slices the rind in a perfect spiral, the zest releasing a burst of citrus scent into the air.

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.

He could snap her neck in an instant, ending her very existence but Zena seemed more than prepared. "I could kill you with my hands this very instant but first, you must tell me what makes you so fucking special that the gods have chosen to take the lives of innocent children ever since your captivity" His words slithered through the air surrounding them, a deadly whisper that carried the weight of restrained fury. Zena's hand searched her sides for her mini dagger that she always kept hidden but Knox was too drunken with his anger to have sensed that she was up to something. "I could send you to them to so you would out the answer to your question." She declared and with precise, well calcu

I moaned. “I won’t keep you” He opened his laptop and turned it to face me “I just want your help in choosing a nice knife for Charlotte”. “I had no idea they sold such girly looking knives” I laughed. “I like the black one with the diamonds” “I agree” I told him “Are they decent knifes though? She needs one that will do damage, not look pretty” “Yeah man, this is the place I buy all my knives from. I emailed my contact telling him I needed a decent knife for an important lady. I told him it needed to be able to gut a human, but also look pretty”

Without a second thought, he lifted the knife and hurled it straight at her. Cathrine’s eyes widened as the blade came speeding toward her, the metallic glint catching the light as it hurtled in her direction. With a swift, instinctive move, she dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the weapon. The knife missed her by a hair’s breadth but not without consequence—she felt the sharp edge of the blade skim her hair, slicing through the tips. Strands of her hair floated to the ground, severed by the close call.

The knife and fork flew at Keith with extreme speed and force! Keith sneered, snorted coldly, and said, “Hmph, young man, you’re out of your depths!” While saying that, the slap he launched had already collided with the knife and fork! Boom! It could be clearly seen the knife and fork broke through Keith’s attack with great force and pierced through Keith’s palm with two poofs, spraying blood all over! “Argh! How dare you, young man!”

They got off too easy. Even unharmed, it doesn’t relinquish the air of danger that clung to him. Niko stalks forward as though daring someone to make a wrong move. No one moves, I doubt anyone even breathes. I sure as hell didn’t. Crouching low before one of the dead men, he pulled out a knife stuck in the man’s throat hilt first, the blade of the darkest night it was almost black came out bloody, He flicks the knife once causing a drop of blood to fly. “Bring him”