Knife Play Set Novels & Stories

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.”

Now, the morning had come, and she stood in her room, dressed in a fitted black top tucked into black trousers and a lightweight black jacket that fell just below her hips. Her hair was already tied up into a high ponytail, neat, as she walked over to where her weapons were, picked up the bag of knives, and set it on the top of her dressing table, which was currently empty. Kira opened the bag, inside revealing her knives, which were carefully arranged and held in place with loops and compartments. Each blade was sharpened, spotless and oiled to perfection. Some had ridged edges, while others were so fine that they looked like they could cut the air.

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.

THEMES: Break- in fantasy, Truth or Dare Confession, Obsessed stalker, Masked Identity, Consensual Non Consent. KINKS: Knife play, light BDSM, Choking/Breath play, Bondage/Restraint, Spanking, Sex toys, Orgasm denial, Dirty Talk, Praise kink, Voyeuristic tension, Double Temperature play. He strokes my clit again, pinching it every two seconds with the edge of the knife. "Oh Goddddd," I whimper, shuddering as my hips start to roll internally.

They may prove extremely valuable in critical situations. A slow smile spread across Ivy's face. "Oh, that's good. I like that," she said, clearly pleased. Something like that could mean the difference between life and death. Between losing someone… or saving them. Before she could dwell on it further, the system shifted again. Ding! {Weapons & Combat} A new set of items appeared: {Standard Combat Knife} {Police Pistol (9mm)} {50 Rounds of Ammunition} {Enhanced Reflex Manual} Ding!

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!”