Knife Hidden In Comb Novels & Stories

He resisted the urge to laugh and make fun of her. Even though the lights hadn’t been turned on yet because there were still a couple of minutes left until the movie ended, he could see everything perfectly with his night vision suited eyes. He snapped his fingers and a comb appeared in his hand, he handed it to her. “What’s this?” She whispered with a half yawn. “Trust me, you’ll need it.” The lights slowly turned back on and she saw that she was holding a comb in her hand. She took out her phone and turned on the front camera and instantly widened her eyes. Aggressively combing down the erratic strands, she glared at him.

However, he felt uneasy when he reached the door, so he sent more men in and pointed at the security guards around him and said, “You guys should go and guard the basement too!” “Yes!” Sienna naturally blended in with this group of security guards. As Blake had said, the place where countless treasures were kept in the collection hall was full of infrared devices. She also knew where the bone whistle was hidden, and there was already a security guard standing there… Sienna’s expression did not change but there was an extra thin silver needle between her fingers. As she was passing by this security guard, she secretly sent the silver needle flying. The security guard who was stabbed by this s

he replied like he did the world proud by making enemies at this rate, Mahira simply shook her head in exasperation. “Okay, let me think,” she sat straight, took her purse , opening it, she pulled out a can of pepper spray , a pen which was actually laser light, a long needle like thing, to Tazz it looked like some hair accessory, safety pins, a Swiss knife... but what surprised Tazz the most is when she pulled out the last item in the list, a pink camouflaged triple pointed Kubotan key chain ‘Whoa! that was a rare sight,’ he thought “Do you know how to use this?” he asked picking the kubotan keychain

he says, his eyes searching my face for any signs of distress. “I need to do this…for me…” I reply with a shake of my head after giving his words thought. He hands over the bundle to me with great care. I unwrap the cloth to find a wooden hair comb tucked inside. It's a simple hand carved design…flowers wound around a crescent moon, the same one on the pendant. Air snags in my throat, a sharp ragged stop that makes my vision blur. This shouldn't be possible…how? Where did this come from? How is it even in his possession?

Some had ridged edges, while others were so fine that they looked like they could cut the air. She selected two slim throwing knives, slipped them into the inside of her boots for easy access, then a slightly curved dagger went at her lower back, hidden beneath her jacket. Two smaller blades slid neatly into the sheathes inside her sleeves, and then came the hairpins—long, gold pins that looked decorative and expensive but were, in fact, deadly. She slid them into her ponytail, tucking them in a way that no one would suspect them for weapons at a glance, and then took one last look in the mirror and gave a "ready" nod to herself.

“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.

“Not barefoot fanatics. Armed. Trained.” Rhea scanned the tree line. “Too late to catch them,” she said. “But we can see what they left behind.” They tracked the prints a short distance into the undergrowth until they vanished on a patch of rock. Near the edge of that rock, half‑hidden in moss, something caught Rin’s eye. Metal. A faint glint. She bent, pushed the moss aside, and lifted it free. It was a knife. Short‑bladed, well‑balanced, the hilt wrapped in dark leather. Not rusted. Not old. Recently dropped.

It easily the most stunning knife I’ve ever seen; it's small enough to hide but also sharp enough to do some serious damage. “Oh.” I gasp as I pull the knife from the box and lift it to show Gideon; he’s smiling like he knew exactly what was inside of the box. Ghost pushes back to his feet and rolls up his left sleeve to show me a small paw print tattoo on his inner wrist. It's the exact same print that's on the knife.

She stared at him, still silent. Kaelan cleared his throat and reached into the inner pocket of his cloak and pulled out the gift he had commissioned in Asheville. A silver dagger, beautifully crafted with intricate patterns of vines and moons etched along the blade and hilt. The metal gleamed under the fading light, sharp and elegant.

But in her home on the lock of that forbidden attic trunk. The ground seemed to tilt beneath her feet. Her family hadn’t just known about this they had been part of it. She shoved the shard into her cloak, heart hammering. Her protector’s eyes narrowed as he noticed her trembling. “What did you find?” She hesitated, the iron shard heavy in her palm. For a fleeting second, she considered telling him. But then she remembered the way he had deflected her questions, the way his silence had screamed of secrets he wouldn’t share.