Knife Play Set Novels & Stories

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

The moment Kaidën spotted an opening, he lunged forward, using all his strength to bring the knife up in a vicious upward slice across the boy’s chest. A sharp gasp escaped the boy’s lips, momentarily stunning him. Kaidën pressed forward, using his momentum to close in and aim for a final blow, driven by a primal instinct that surged through him like wildfire. Just as the boy faltered, processing the shock of pain, Kaidën plunged the knife toward his side.

Then I grabbed my sheath for my waist and inserted my seven inch parkerized blade. “Holy Moon Goddess! You look like you are going to war.” Rory squealed. I laughed at her energy. I look over at Aiden who is looking at me with some emotion I cannot name. The last thing I grab is my Kukri Machete. It’s eight inches long and completely black. There is only a thin silver lining along the edge. It’s great for combat, but I am going to slice through some of the targets. “Okay, I’m ready.”

Raphael’s face was so beaten up it was unrecognisable, but the heat of his glare made me smile. He had a bit of fight left in him. Good. That would make our session so much more fun. “I’m sorry to tell you this, but you might have trouble holding a gun in the future.” I snapped on a pair of gloves, my voice casual as I examined the array of tools available to me on a nearby table. A different dozen blades. Brass knuckles. Screwdrivers, whips, nails, hooks… Hmm. Choices, choices. “Fuck you,” Raphael spat.

Shit. My phone buzzed again in my hand as I moved towards the door. It was another message from Phoenix. It was a single word, but it sent a mixture of fury and anxiety twisting in my gut. I'd barely made it out of the bedroom when I heard the safety click. Killian was already in the hallway, his hair still slightly damp. He opened the hidden panel behind the framed mirror. Inside it were his babies. Beautiful death lined up uniformly. Twin custom.45s. A sniper rifle. Throwing knives etched with the Cross crest. And his katanas. Killian's favorite weapons.

WOULD YOU LIKE TO OPEN THE SYSTEM SHOP? "Yes. Show me what I can buy." A new blue screen appeared in front of my face. It was a clean list of items with numbers next to them. Basic Combat Knife: 10 Points Reinforced Steel Crowbar: 15 Points Low-Tier Body Armor (Kevlar): 50 Points System Attribute Point: 50 Points My eyes scanned the list. Guns were not on the list. That meant I had to rely on my hands and cold steel for now. "LUS buy the Combat Knife, the Crowbar and two Attribute Points " I commanded.

My Alpha Of Knight. *************THE END************

Knight clipped the strap of his magically enhanced AKR-75 assault rifle to his tactical vest before attaching his individual first-aid kit to his belt and securing it in place. The last checks were done by rote, his hands cataloguing everything he’d need while in the field. “Comms checks,” Rina said from the other side of the ready room, her voice echoing over the headphones in his ears. The team voiced their names over the comms as Knight glanced over at their two newest additions as they were linked into the encrypted comms channel Alpha Team used in the field.

“We’ve got all sorts of fun stuff. Raffaele loaded us up with candy—his word for heavy tranquilizers. And if things get messy, we can go hand-to-hand. Limit bloodshed. Preserve energy. No unnecessary escalation.” “You know how he is,” Nabil smirked. “The king of controlled chaos.” I raised an eyebrow. “So what, you’re saying I’m the opposite?” Kareem chuckled. “You? You’ve got an impulsive revenge streak a mile wide. You’re mean, Mrs. Ricchezza—we give you that.” “Which is why,” Nabil said, reaching into a sleek black case, “we got you a little something.” He handed me a set of three custom throwing knives—sleek, balanced, deadly.

"There are, sir. Pocket knives, daggers and others. The power of each weapon depends on the level you have now." Freya shifted her tap screen to the left, revealing several types of knives of various sizes and types. "You can choose which weapon you want to use. You can purchase more than one weapon. As long as the price is below 100 million dollars." Freya reminded and Arsenio was fiddling. "I want this small folding knife. How do I buy it?" asked Arsenio hesitantly. After just a few glances, he had already made his choice. "You just need to press the 'Buy' button and put it in the black basket. After that, make the payment. You can exchange it for your balance or Victory Points."