Knife Play Set Novels & Stories

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.

I blinked, trying to see what was happening, and Kral had already made several bloody holes in Nick. Kral's black shirt was stained with blood, and the knuckles on his knife hand bulged. Each time he made a cut, it was precise and quick, and there was not a trace of hesitation or emotion in his movements. A dull thump rang out, turning the white hilt of his knife red.

I know he is still trying to find the knife, but unfortunately he is not going to find it, because there is no knife. The knife is with me, I cover it with a pillow and it is on my bed. That is why there is no way for him to find it. I know that he will hide if he can’t find the knife and he will attack me if he is given a chance, but I will not allow that. This is my game and he is only my player. I will not let him win. I remember the looks into eyes when he is raping me, the looks into his eyes when he is watching me rape by others, gives me something to be inspired to kill him, and not just him but also Eigner. The last one left.

"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."

“Remember, it's between your life and her life. She really wants to kill you.” Nadine moved away, letting me decide what I wanted to do with the knife. I hid it in my pants pocket, just for safety. I wish I will never use this. The knife felt really heavy in my pocket. It was a scary feeling. “Alright,” the old knight started. “Danielle and Marie, let's try to fight each other. You can choose any weapon from the shelf; it's all wooden, so no harming your partner.”

And then his hand closed around something I recognized far too quickly. A clipper. But not the kind used for grooming. No, this one was forged for torment. Thick iron jaws, blackened at the hinge. Each side was filed to a cruel edge, made not to clip, but to crack and tear. Designed in the old ways. For fingers. To remove nails. Slowly. Vanyel turned, eyes gleaming, the cruel instrument dangling from his hand like a serpent. "I said you were in for different fun tonight, didn't I, wretch?" His grin stretched, teeth like daggers in the dark.

Nothingness stood in their gazes. “Have you set up the camera, Kayden?” Voiced the black-haired boy, and the blond boy, who was supposedly Kayden, shook his head as he replied, “I will have it rolling on your word.” “You better make this count, Den.” Stacy said, and it only widened Den’s creepy smile. “Watch me make it count, baby girls.” Spoke Den, and he fished out something from his pocket. A bright shiny knife. My heart hammered against my chest.