Knife Drop Novels & Stories

Hold On to Me The mountain laughed. Not the house. Not the mirror woman. Not the rogues outside. The mountain. The sound rolled up through the black stairs beneath Frost Ridge, deep and old and pleased in a way that made my knees want to quit their job. Damien shifted in front of me so fast his torn shirt fell from his waist. Again. I did not look down. Much. This was absolutely not the moment to process naked alpha logistics. Kael’s silver blade caught the weak light spilling from the broken windows. The weapon looked thin, almost delicate, with a black handle wrapped in something that might have been leather.

she muttered under her breath. “You left it in the trap, didn’t you?” Vega’s voice cut through the moment, sharp and accusing. “Crap!” Hennia smacked her forehead in frustration, her shoulders slumping. “We can’t use another knife! The Blade of Septem is the only one that works!”

The bullet shattered the mirror behind me. “I’m asking one last time. Who sent you?” I didn’t answer. I struck again. A different blade this time—coated in something special. The tip was laced with peanut butter oil, a tiny trick I was saving for Klaus. Word on the black market was he had a deadly allergy. Even a scratch could stop his heart. I aimed for his neck. The blade slid across the skin—not deep, but enough to deliver the toxin. He growled and threw me off, slamming me against the wall with a force that cracked my breath.

Karn roared, and his voice bounced off the narrow vertical walls of the vent, all jagged and echoing wrong somehow. He was heavier, falling faster. Mid air, Karn shoved his arm out, his massive claws locking around my ankle, too tight , too fast— the jerk nearly tore something loose in my hip. And with that same motion, he raised a jagged obsidian dagger, like a needle made of hate, to slam into my chest while we were still in freefall.

Class E. Trauma bandages [Effective treatment and recovery of injuries after bandaging, and some bone injury recovery. Can be used together with rapid hemostatic spray and bone therapy spray. Class E.] Steel Knife with increased damage [A sharp steel knife with a total length of 85 cm. Steel Knife with special effects: Increased damage. Causes enemies to bleed and wounds to heal slowly.

“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.

“The knife to kill Zach.” The knife was small, but it was heavy, like a sword. Nevea observed it. The knife was golden, and calligraphy adorned its body. She stroked it, and the blade gleamed. “It recognizes you.” Kiara pointed at the knife using her chin. “That’s the only weapon to kill Zach.” Nevea put the knife behind her and stared at Kiara. “You think I can kill Zach?” “You can. He will make you kill him. Don’t worry about that.”

He knelt in front of her and held out a small knife in a ski. “I got this from my father when I was your age,” he said. “Now I’ll give it to you. It’s a good knife and it will be good to have. It’s easy to hide; I’ll show you.” He showed how she should attach it and keep it hidden between the skirt folds of the dress. “Always have it with you. One day you’ll need it and then it’ll be there.” Mary looked into his serious eyes and nodded. She felt safe when she felt the weight of the little knife. Kopa stood up and put his hand on her shoulder. Then the Lady, Leana, and Mildy came walking in.

She, too, held out something. “What is it?” Stefanie picked up the slender object made out of some strange material. About the length and width of her finger with a clip on the end, it fit into the palm of her hand. “A knife you can hide practically anywhere. I thread it through my hair like an oriental stick. Squeeze the buttons on both sides at the bottom and the blade will eject from the top. But as Prescott said at Bunker Hill, ‘Don’t fire until you see the whites of their eyes.’ Literally.”

It was the right thing to do. If I help her, there's a better chance that we will survive this. I stepped out and put Anthony down in one corner of the room. I quickly grabbed the knife that was lying on the floor.I gripped the perfectly designed pommel and felt how light it was. I threw it easily at one of the clones who was about to stab Eric again. I've seen how the knife slashes through the air, effortlessly making an incredible sound.