Knife Play Set Novels & Stories

“Kill her now!” Janita moved. She was fast, a blade appearing in her hand as she leapt from the dais, not at Kieran, but straight for me. She never made it. Kieran moved faster, A blue of silver fury , he didn't use his sword , his hand shot out claws extended and he grabbed Janita by the throat in mid air. He drove her down, slamming her body into the stone floor with a crack . He leaned close ,his voice low growl for her alone but that room was quiet, We all heard it .

CHAPTER 3 It is evening already and I am preparing to go to the club like we have all planned , when a knock sounded on my door. "Come in." I called out as I applied my mascara gently onto my face. Gabriel entered into my room, one hand behind his back, a smile on his face. "I come bearing gifts." He grinned as he revealed what he was holding behind his back. I collected the black cloth from him but felt something familiar in it. I opened it and it was a set of knives. Three black knives with my name engraved on each handle ranging in sizes.

He reaches, trying to snatch, misses, fumbles and drops the knife. I kick it and it skitters over the road. And without thinking, I find the gun Klempner gave me is in my hand. "You're right, that's a knife, but like the other movie says..." I give him my best smile, displaying my teeth and praying my hand's not shaking. "... Do you feel lucky?" Tall-Boy's grin has gone AWOL. Hard-eyed, mouth pursed, he holds one hand in the other, cracking his knuckles.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

"Well, that changed when I became your number one knight." George rolled his eyes. His feet moved again and took him to stand in front of the dirty knight. "You could always ask for something better to wear." "What? Too dirty for your liking, your majesty?" Anthony chuckled, shoving the king gently. Anthony liked his attire. His ripped black jeans with custom made knee pads over them. The leather strap across his chest that held a sword or a bow (it depended on the day, really). The metal chest pad over his green sweater—the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muddy and scarred arms after each day. The black cloak tied around his neck. It was just him, and he couldn't imagine himself in anything

Moreover, these digital knives could also replicate the structure and even weight of the chosen blade. Also, at the point of contact with the opponent's bodies, they would vibrate with variable intensities to distinguish and replicate the impact. Creed just like always chose a standard 11.65 Inch point clip with a Sawtooth Spine. Whereas Jia chose a standard 10.75 Inch point clip with a sawback spine. "Alright, let's start!" Creed said with an assertive tone, "I will attack with my least aggressive move sets. The circle is the area of combat."

“The knife to kill Zach.” The knife was small, but it was heavy, like a sword. Nevea observed it. The knife was golden, and calligraphy adorned its body. She stroked it, and the blade gleamed. “It recognizes you.” Kiara pointed at the knife using her chin. “That’s the only weapon to kill Zach.” Nevea put the knife behind her and stared at Kiara. “You think I can kill Zach?” “You can. He will make you kill him. Don’t worry about that.”

Ours on the right. I walked straight past our station. I walked toward the Moon Crescent table. Silas, Martha, and Pip followed me in a tight formation. I reached the table where Skade would stand. I looked at the polished wood. I took the Northern knife. I lifted it well up over my head. I thrust it down to the very heart of her table with a sudden swipe. The wood snapped with a noise like a bone breaking. It was a jagged tooth of steel in the center of her workspace.

*TW* Knifeplay “You can request, I can't guarantee it.” I stand in front of her looking at her waiting, she looks nervous. “I don’t think I have seen my kitten, so nervous, is it really that naughty?” I stroke her cheek, kissing her lips. “I want knife play Master.” My head snaps back to her face, that's rare. “If I agree, I won’t be cutting deep, no matter how much you beg me, I don’t want to scar your body kitten” I will do it, but there are so many levels to knife play, and I personally can not cut that deep.

My eyes lingered on his chest a second too long. The mate bond throbbed. “And the knives?” he asked, picking one up. I glanced at the set laid out beside me. I’d never used knives before. But I was determined to learn how. The more weapons I could handle, the better. “Those are for later,” I told him. He nodded. Then, after a brief pause, he stepped into the open space between me and the targets. I froze. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Standing,” he shrugged.