Knife Play Set Novels & Stories

Zena grunted in an attempt to free herself from his grip but Knox was determined and resolute in his hold. He forcefully flung her hand to the side, sending the knife tumbling to a far corner of the room. Zena’s eyes trailed the weapon, widening with a fury that turned her gaze red. Swiftly, she retaliated by attacking his groin with the nape of her knee, sending jolts of pain through Knox’s form. He groaned in pain but she wasn’t moved by it. She basked in the very sound of it. Hurriedly, she retrieved the knife and returned to Knox, now kneeling in pain from the impact of her knee. With a sinister smirk curled at the corners of her lips, she pointed the knife at him. The cold gaze in her e

I say as I walk toward Xaver and Enrico. Tears begin to moisten their faces as I make my way toward them. I walk behind them toward my wall of weapons. I put the knife aside, needing something more effective for this moment. My eyes scan over the various options, landing on one in particular. A custom-designed whip with metal shards on the end. Creating multiple lacerations in one single hit. My mouth salivating from the choice, I pick it up and walk back to the men in the chairs.

Nora P.O.V My gaze landed on the table of weapons again. I needed to choose carefully for this round. The knife had served me well, but against their best, I would need something faster, something that would give me an edge. My fingers hovered over a pair of brass knuckles before I picked them up, the cold metal biting into my skin. This would work for me.As I strapped the knuckles onto my hands, I watched as the others armed themselves. Some chose heavier weapons but I knew that strength alone would not get me through this.

Snap. Nikos howls but doesn't drop the weapon. He bites Drakon’s shoulder, tearing at the flesh. I scramble out of bed. I’m naked, shivering, adrenaline flooding my veins. "Drakon!" I look for a weapon. My knife is in my boot by the door. Too far. I grab the heavy brass lamp from the nightstand. I rush toward them. Drakon is on his back. Nikos is straddling him, trying to drive the shiv into Drakon’s eye. Drakon is holding him back, his muscles straining, veins bulging in his neck.

She doesn't speak much, just one word. "System! Active blacksmith and making one Knife." Tink! The menu options release. "What state need to imbue?" "Strength." Tink! One weapon done, imbue Knife strength success. Tink! State sword release. Name : Knife Strength : 10 "Miss, is he crazy again or us? "We are!" "Try this knife." "Yes, Grandmaster!" Sika Nie kneels for the first time, even in front of the elder she doesn't like past culture. The weapon fit her body, very promising when combining with the skill.

She, too, held out something. “What is it?” Stefanie picked up the slender object made out of some strange material. About the length and width of her finger with a clip on the end, it fit into the palm of her hand. “A knife you can hide practically anywhere. I thread it through my hair like an oriental stick. Squeeze the buttons on both sides at the bottom and the blade will eject from the top. But as Prescott said at Bunker Hill, ‘Don’t fire until you see the whites of their eyes.’ Literally.”

He held the weapon out, offering the grip to me. "Take it," Killian commanded softly. I stared at the dark metal. My hands trembled slightly as I reached out. I wrapped my fingers around the textured grip. The gun was incredibly heavy, the cold steel sending a chill through my palms. Killian picked up a pair of black, noise-canceling earmuffs from the crate. He stepped close to me and gently slid the heavy cups over my ears, instantly muting the sound of the wind. He stepped directly behind me again.

Zayn lowered his eyes to the thing in between his fingers and explained, “This pen knife was made out of silver and dipped in Growsbane. You should know that it is more than enough to take away your life if I desire it.” “Won't that be a good thing, Zayn?” Kodiak ran his hand through his slick brown hair as if he were unleashing all his pent-up frustration on it. “I thought she would return to her pack or go into the Iron Crest pack when she left me but she isn't there. I don't know where she is...and it's driving me crazy not knowing if she is in danger!”

I nodded and went to work seeing which one I seemed to have a gift for. I was sweating from every pore on my small body I had found a liking to the short sword and a katana. Blake thought it would be fitting to add some throwing knives. Sarin and Carden were already and Blake was all dressed to the nines for this battle. My brothers were on the far side of the room sheathing their weapons. My body was still flowing with raging angry power therefore my tattoos were a bright healthy glow.

Curiosity shot through her when she took all of the options in. “We have wolfsbane, liquid silver, silver whips, silver bindings. This one is my favorite binding because it has wolfsbane and silver coating the grooves. It digs into the area and gets even tighter with each attempt to move. The last canister is my patented spray. It’s the shifter equivalent of mace.” Brynn grabbed a little bit of it all and placed it in a box. The blades were put in there too. My mate ran her hands along my chest while she looked at me as if I was her own personal god. She surely was my own personal goddess, so it was certainly mutual.