Knife Play Set Novels & Stories

I would use my father’s gun to kill his other son. Methodically, I began the ritual. I stripped the weapon, cleaned it, and reassembled it, my movements precise and economical. I loaded the magazine, each brass-cased bullet a final, deadly punctuation mark. I strapped on a thin, concealable Kevlar vest beneath my dark shirt. I selected two extra magazines and a Ka-Bar fighting knife, strapping it to my ankle.

I can’t see what it is at first, but I do see the guy’s breathing pick up the second Kade picks it up. “Please,” the guy stammers. “Please, Kade, man, don’t—” Kade hums, turning slightly now, and I finally see what he’s holding. A few thin wooden spikes. It’s almost like a sharpened toothpick, but it’s not just wood. There’s something slick covering the surface, something that glistens under the dim light. Kade tilts his head, his voice still maddeningly calm. “Did you know,” he muses, “that having something shoved under your nail is one of the most painful experiences a person can feel?”

Her allies definitely did a good job, a satisfied breath escapes her lips. In front of her, there's a huge wolf nail placed on the grass, shaped kind of like a cup. She spreads her left hand, and moves the knife preciously enough to leave a big cut on her palm. She holds her hand above the cup, blood gradually dripping to the cup and filling it up. Then she takes a deep breath and throws the cup over the enflamed pack, the blood drops spraying all over the fire. Her face curves a smile. "So now the game begins."

Now, the morning had come, and she stood in her room, dressed in a fitted black top tucked into black trousers and a lightweight black jacket that fell just below her hips. Her hair was already tied up into a high ponytail, neat, as she walked over to where her weapons were, picked up the bag of knives, and set it on the top of her dressing table, which was currently empty. Kira opened the bag, inside revealing her knives, which were carefully arranged and held in place with loops and compartments. Each blade was sharpened, spotless and oiled to perfection. Some had ridged edges, while others were so fine that they looked like they could cut the air.

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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.

my knife. Instead, I rip my hands from his grip and fling him around until he is firmly secure between the grip of my legs. He tries to struggle for his very own weapon, but I have his hands tight within my hold. He cannot move; he is trapped under the pure force my body brings down on him. Then as I go to reach for my knife that is securely hidden in my pants, he launches his knee up to prevent me from making a further move. I immediately kick back into his shin, and he cries out in pain.

The man mumbled with a hoarse voice, bringing his head down and looking sideways to continue making his list — something he was doing before she showed up. "El Depredador, Sobek Special, Double Clutch sniper guns, El Rubi and Ciervo Macho shutguns as well. I'm hoping you'd have the aforementioned here tonight." She gruffed, dropping a cheque on the table before him. He lifted up his head slowly to take a closer look at her as she drew near to him with those words coming out from a young teenager's lips.

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.

CHAPTER 24. Urge to kill him. >>>>>URGE TO KILL HIM. Akira’s gaze lingered too long on the silver knife beside Dominus’s plate, and crazy thoughts began to creep into her mind. The blade was curved, polished, and sharp enough to deliver a lethal stab to the neck, aimed at cutting veins. It was meant for slicing roasted meat, but Akira knew how to wield such small knives to her advantage. ‘Do it,’Aya, her wolf, surged inside her. ‘One move, and you'll kill him. Do it for Klax.’