Knife Hidden In Comb Novels & Stories

Raverine wore a black hoodie and loose denim jeans. He even bought an anonymous mask so that he could hide his whole face from the sellers. The only hidden weapon he has is his punches, kicks, and the tiny and slim knife he hid. The knife doesn’t really look like a knife, more like a flexible blade wrapped around his belt.

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.

Her eyes caught sight of a tiny instrument, it's appearance was like that of a an arrow head, perfect for inflicting swift injuries on an unsuspecting enemy. She made to reach for it, it wasn't until she heard the loud thud propelled by the giant door closing that she noticed she was not alone. A cruel and wicked grin spread across Knox's face as he came into light, his eyes glistening with the dark pleasure he would derive from the torment she was about to suffer. "It is delightful to watch you acquaint yourself with the very tools you are to be dealt with." Knox's expression was a sinister grin that crept across his face.

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.”

They showed her different kinds of knives and explained what they’re good for. “Here. You can have this one. It’s easy to conceal. If you suddenly needed a knife, this will be handy.” “Where do I hide it?” She asked while taking it from him. The sheath has a strap attached to it. Alex coughed before telling her, “If you really want to conceal it, then you put it on your thigh. If you’re wearing boots, you can strap it on your lower leg. If hiding it wasn’t your intention, then you can put it on your left arm or on your waist. You’re right-handed, right?” He couldn’t be sure so he asked.

It would take him less then a second to come out of this if he pulled his claws out. However his strict orders were never to reveal himself to her. Seeing the last set of joggers pass by, Kavyaa then pulled out her only secret weapon she kept on her. Nico was stunned, when she cut him loose, with a rather sharp looking pocket knife, and freeing of him of the vine around his ankle. "Mia, you shouldn't be carrying a pocket knife around like that." Nico said looking back at the sharp looking blade. He went to grab it off her but this time Kavyaa refused to hand it over to him.

Curiosity shot through her when she took all of the options in. “We have wolfsbane, liquid silver, silver whips, silver bindings. This one is my favorite binding because it has wolfsbane and silver coating the grooves. It digs into the area and gets even tighter with each attempt to move. The last canister is my patented spray. It’s the shifter equivalent of mace.” Brynn grabbed a little bit of it all and placed it in a box. The blades were put in there too. My mate ran her hands along my chest while she looked at me as if I was her own personal god. She surely was my own personal goddess, so it was certainly mutual.

He pulled out a small knife with a white and gold handle. “You want to kill a wolf? You have to think like a hunter,” he winked. “Dad, hide that. Stuff like that’s illegal here, remember?” He rolled his eyes. “No one will care as long as it gets the job done. Take the knife, it’s laced with aconite, and it can fit in your purse.” I groaned, but I grabbed the knife and stuffed it under the pillow. A moment passed when I heard a feminine shout.

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.