Knife Play Set Novels & Stories

I was aware that if I got mad and attacked him, I could kill him unintentionally. He rose from the floor and dusted his jean shorts. "We don't owe you anything, Blade. You stopped being Alpha the moment you stepped out of the pack house." Despite my rising fury, i let out a sneer and moved casually to him. "Apologize," Killian advised, scared of what I'd do to Dan but it was obvious that Dan had grown some balls since the last time we met. Or maybe he had forgotten who I was. I needed to remind him that I was the Ripper and I could make his life vulnerable and miserable in a blink of an eye.

Jack played with her fingers. “Master said I could keep the whole set for 10 gold coins. I told him that I had to ask you as I don’t have the money.” Jack paused “He said I could pay it off slowly if we wanted. He joked that he was not worried that I would cheat him.” To buy the whole set would actually cost them much more even if they got old ones. The whole set had everything a carpenter would need; it had Hatchet, Twybill, felling axe, broad axe, Gimlet, augers of different sizes, brace, Compass, square, ruler, Grooving iron, twyvette, Saws both hand and foot, Adze, Plane, Chisel, gouge, Awl, marking gauge, Crowbars, Riving and Prykyng Knife Hammers, Mallets, Whetstones and Nails of diffe

The make up was not too much as Meth had promised and for that I'm grateful but something is missing. I walk to bed, bend down and pulled a brown box from beneath my bed. Inside the box are series of knife sets and long golden pins but these set of pins are poisonous. The one that kills immediately, I made them specially. There's a needle at the tip but covered with a plastic cover. I take them one by one and stick them into my up top bun. Meth looks at me like I'm a lost cause. I shrug my shoulders at her then I walk back to my vanity and take two glocks, load them up and strapped them into my thigh leather belt.

If he knew any of the thoughts running through my mind, the only one who would be dead in seconds would be me. I reached for my knife and flicked it to reveal the blade. It was brand-new like every other gift from The Viper. But not for much longer. I held the hilt firmly in my hand and raised it above my head, using all my wrath to bring it down to his chest.

Xavier nodded at him and took those knives. Dylan started to run and kill with two knives in his two hands, he was running forward and killing wolves with both of his hands. Those knives were silver knives, Skylar gave those to his four officials if they could not fight long because of tiredness. But she didn't give one to Dylan because Dylan was the True Blood. Dylan never thought that one day he would need those too.

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.

And I disliked unknown variables more than enemies. Across from me sat Adrian. Or what remained of his composure. Viktor stood beside him, gun raised casually, the barrel resting against Adrian’s temple with unsettling familiarity. Viktor never wasted motion; his stillness alone was enough to suffocate weaker men. Adrian was already sweating. Good. Fear shortened conversations. I set the tablet aside and reached slowly into my coat pocket. Metal met my fingers. It was familiar, balanced, and perfect. My knife. Custom-forged Swiss steel, designed to my specifications alone. The blade unfolded with a soft, precise click, catching the cabin light. Along its spine, engraved in clean lettering, w

As if she was calculating every of his move. Yui then followed it with a punch. Slicer inclined his body to avoid it, but Nikka was already there to cut his body. Slicer, in a bit panic, he barely avoided it. But Nikka still manages to wound his upper arm. Slicer has a hard time to move, around. He hates how Nikka read each of his movements. Nikka clutched her hand, “If I have my things here this wouldn't be a problem.” Even in this vacation, she brought some of her modified weapons, yet she left it on her bag and in the inn. Her favorite stun gun was also there.

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.

"Great." I whispered to myself, already knowing the space, and pointed with my head up, I didn't even have to turn my head to know that my recruits knew very well what it meant. I brought my hand up to my neck, beginning to snap it. I walked towards a side stand that contained some weapons, I picked up the katana and wakisashi set, tested the cut, they weren't very sharp, I rolled my eyes, but at least they had a good balance. "At least here are some toys."