Knife Hidden In Comb Novels & Stories

For one terrifying second… Nothing happened, then, it clicked. The sound echoed far louder than it should have. I slowly pulled open the top drawer instead of folders. There was another steel compartment. It was a hidden safe. "A cabinet inside a cabinet,” John said, as he stared for a few seconds. "No keypad,” I said, as I examined the mechanism. "No fingerprint scanner, just another keyhole. There has to be another key,” I added. Before anyone could respond, Eleanor's voice echoed weakly across the archive. "The ribbon..." she said and I turned immediately.

Infront of me , on my lap , five throwing knives lay on the rough material being held in place by little rubber bands attached to the fabric . My eyes lit up when I seen the colour . They were turquoise. A big smile instantly appeared on my face as I admired the knives , that each one , slowly got smaller as my eyes ran across them . I touched the edge of the knife , getting a little paper cut . The knives were really sharp , and I could see symbol on the knives . It was an Ace symbol . It was small and simplistic but I really liked it.

"The one who returns with the silver tooth shall lead the pack through the winter." I reached into my boot. The guards had searched me, but they had been sloppy, distracted by my gender and my status. They had missed the thin, sharp piece of metal I had hidden in the lining. Not the dagger—Kaden had told me to hide that well—but a simple lockpick I had swiped from the stable earlier. I stood up, my body aching, and moved to the door. I didn't try the lock yet. I just listened. "He’s going to kill her, isn't he?" Sarah asked.

The frame was heavier than expected. When he set it aside, the hidden panel became obvious. A thin seam ran along one edge. Almost invisible. Almost. He pressed against the wood. Nothing happened. He tried again. Still nothing. Then Lena noticed a small brass ornament embedded in the paneling nearby. A decorative piece shaped like a hawk. One wing seemed slightly loose. She pushed it. A soft click echoed through the hallway. Both froze. Slowly, the concealed panel swung inward. Revealing darkness beyond. For several seconds, neither moved.

I raised my hand and distanced myself away from their judging eyes. Eight and Four also moved to a corner, exchanging murmurs. In my spot, I could see Eight handing Four my knife. Then Four gave me a measuring look before taking his eyes back on the knife in his hands. I knew he was balancing between facts and his gut feels. But I also knew my alibi was rock solid. The butterfly knife that I had will never let me down. It has the word ‘hunter’ intricately drawn on its blade. And besides, he couldn’t kill me now that we already have a sacrificial lamb. The favor was still on me.

I grabbed on the scissor stored inside the kitchen cabinet and turn around to the corner and get inside the guest bathroom or whatever is it called as it was the nearest bathroom I could find. Switching on the light I move my body until I stood right in front of yet another big mirror facing me. I bring the scissors up and cut the end of my shoulder-length hair to try out the sharpest. Once satisfied with the result, I went to grab a comb that is strangely placed on top of the marble table, and looking at it, the comb is certainly doesn't belong to Rosa as it looks like a man comb.. Hair still wet I brush it carefully before it was placed again on the table and grabbed the scissors again.

Even though they knew that it was the setting of the secret escape variety show, but when they thought of the fact that she was stuffed into the cabinet when she was still alive and could only wait for death, they felt that it was too horrible! "Since she's wasn't dead yet, perhaps there's a clue in the cabinet. Perhaps some hints she left before she died?" Lindsay said. They proceeded to search the cabinet carefully, and found that there were indeed several carvings left by a knife. When they took a closer look, they found that it was a number 6. "You're so smart at such a young age!" Natasha said while touching Lindsay's hair. "Hmm! I've seen a thousand episodes of Detective Conan! I know

His chest rose and fell in a slow, rhythmic pattern, his face slack and peaceful in a way that seemed almost innocent. Evan crept forward, his movements slow and deliberate. The tool Kade had given him was pressed against his palm, small and cold and reassuring. A thin blade designed specifically for slicing through chains and cords without making a sound. Evan had practiced with it for hours in the penthouse, learning the precise angle and pressure needed to cut through metal cleanly. He had run through the motion a hundred times, memorizing the feel of the blade in his hand.

I heard the click before I saw the opening—a hidden compartment built into the wall, older than the house itself. She drew out something long and wrapped in thick, cracked leather. “What is that?” I asked, stepping closer. She peeled the cover away slowly, revealing a blade unlike anything I’d ever seen. Not silver. Not steel. The metal shone like it has life—pale gray veined with deep blue, like frozen lightning trapped in iron. The handle was bound in blackened hide, carved with ancient runes. “Nóttskjære,” she whispered. “The Night Cutter.”

The only point of interest in the entire room was lying on the fawn colored suede comforter. Drawn closer by curiosity, she left the door ajar and went to investigate. The object turned out to be a black belt with a holster for a gun and a dagger. The blued gun she left alone, but the obsidian metal of the dagger drew her attention. She traced the leather bindings of the hilt, fascinated by their texture, and carefully unsheathed the knife. It came free with a soft hiss.