Knife Hidden In Comb Novels & Stories

Kiran ignored the snake and seized the red pouch. When he reached inside, he found that it was not paper or cloth, but something hard. He was startled. Did it not contain the Ludwig family’s information? Crack! There was a sound as the snake tried to pull its tail out of the stone pillar. Knowing how strong the tail was, Kiran grabbed a bronze dagger hidden under his shirt. It was a plain and dull dagger with shallow grooves on the blade. However, the pattern engraved on the hilt was eye-catching—it was a ferocious dragon with its jaws open.

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.”

“My mate’s Goddess gift will keep him safe.” I climb out, heart pounding, senses on high alert. The air smells like incense and death. But no heartbeats. No breathing. Just woods. Just quiet. And the dead. As I near the gate, I see a knife stabbed into the wood. A note pinned beneath it. I yank the blade free and unfold the message: We have your female and unborn pups. Soon, we’ll have your eldest pup. And then… you’ll know what happens when you cross the Riding Hoods.

"Just one gun? Take a knife too—for extra security." He moved to another section, pulling out a slim, cylinder-like object. He held it up. I frowned. "What’s that? A perfume bottle?" The label even read Fragrance in elegant gold letters. Conner chuckled. "That’s the point. It’s a camouflage knife." He twisted the top, and in a flash, a hidden blade slid out. My breath caught. "Oh my…" The blade gleamed under the soft light, sharp, lethal. “I'll take it too," I muttered, stepping closer and reaching for it.

She was laying face first in the dirt and not responding. She's been stabbed in her spine. The knife still in it but they twisted it making sure they had caused damage. I can't take it out with our hurting her more possibly paralyzing her and she can't shift to heal with it still in there. I was whimpering without even trying. Amy shifted and ran to her, picking her up in one quick scoopl and hopping on. Kalis scream was horrifying but we had to get her home. I ran straight to my pack house. "We going to get you home and safe Kali"

We both shook our heads and were confused. “You guys are dumb. She’s our secret weapon!” she gushed proudly. “That dickhead who killed you won’t anticipate this because he doesn’t know what you can do.” Knight didn’t usually roll his eyes, but he did for an obvious reason. “We know, but we still have no luck finding the dagger.” “What dagger?” Again, she looked hurt. “You have a lot of things to catch up on, K,” Knight said, teasing her. “You’re a jerk.”

I slide a hand under his bed and pillow, toss the comforter up, throw open his wardrobe, and check pockets. Zip. Nada. When I can't find anything, I move my focus to the floor, searching for loose floorboards. Wherever he's hidden the seal, the bastard hid it well. I kneel down, tapping my knuckles on the floor, listening for a hollow sound. When I find one, I dig my knife under the edge of the wood and pull the board up. There's a small space but all that's in there is money and a cloak. I pull the cloak out. It's black, the hood larger than others. It looked vaguely familiar…

Ignoring her words, Maya picked a weapon, it was a small knife with curved and sharp edges that had a small button on it that when pierced into a victim and when the button was turned on, the knife would send painful and sore vibration into the body. Maya took it but didn't drop it into the bag, instead she bent down a bit, hiding it at the back of her combat boots that had a safe place where little things could be hidden. " All set!" Maya stood up, zipping up the bag and carrying it above her shoulder. "Let's go," Cassandra smirked and took the other bag, she stretched it towards Maya who gave a questioning look. " I'm not coming with you guys Maya. I have my own plan,"

There were several odd shapes on the table, which was covered with a black cloth. "What's this?" I asked, my curiosity piqued as Adrian pulled the cloth away. I gasped as I realized that there were dozens of weapons underneath it. There was a sleek black katana, with its blade shining in the moonlight. There was also a pair of sais, with their prongs looking sharp and deadly. And there was also a set of throwing knives, a staff, and even a coiled whip. It looked like a BDSM table, or a torturer’s tools. I couldn’t tell which was the better description.

“Planning what exactly?” Kyler crouched, unzipping the bag slowly, like he wanted me to savour the moment. I could see a dark rainbow of leather, silk, and steel — cuffs, straps, ropes, a soft black blindfold, and a gleaming metal hook I didn’t recognize. He lifted one at a time like a magician showing his props: a pair of cuffs lined with red fur; a braided leather leash; a thin wand with a rounded tip that buzzed faintly when he flicked it on.