Knife Play Set Novels & Stories

I immediately begin to take shots and have to pull back to give myself time to heal. "Get behind me, princess. Mommy's got this." Harper says, going out in front of me. I watch in awe as she aims and shoots, barely missing a single shot. When she runs out of ammo, she grabs the bayonet from the end of her gun and rips it off before charging and stabbing every enemy player. She carries the whole team, practically winning the round for us. Ev and I look at each other gaped mouth while Harper giggles with excitement.

Checking my guns and extra ammunition. I pull out my favorite knife. The black blade gleaming in the dark, I sheat it and strap it to my belt. If they hurt a single hair on her perfect hair. Ailles or no I’ll kill every fucking last one of them

The knob felt cold under my palm, and as I turned it, his words rang out loud and clear. "For someone who didn't want to hurt me, you sure put a lot of force behind it when you drove the fucking knife into me."

"Are you saying you'll help me?" "I’m saying the old gym at the north end of the mill is out of the security cameras' range for exactly one hour every night during the guard rotation." Kai picked up a real combat knife—blackened steel, serrated edge—and held it out to me, hilt-first. "If you want to be a weapon, you have to stop playing with toys. Pick it up." I reached out, my fingers closing around the cold, textured grip. The weight of it felt right. It felt like an extension of the anger I’d been carrying since I was a child.

As for that Central Domain' genius, after losing the weapon in his hand, his heart shook and he jumped back several times like a monkey. "You?" "Give me back my knife!" The genius stared at Zephyr Khan and roared fiercely. "Okay! Then you must hold on tight to it!" With a smile on his face, Zephyr Khan threw the long knife at his opponent like a bolt of lightning. The genius from the Ancient Central Domain hurriedly reached out to receive it. He circulated the Genuine Vitality in his body, and his figure flashed as he firmly grabbed the hilt of the saber in the air.

Each carrying knife, sword and metallic chain. All the fuckers seemed ready. Ready to attack. Him. ****

In one of Seth's hands is a knuckle duster. SMACK! Seth had socked Beth in the face, quickly slipping the knuckle duster off of his hand, revealing it to be a mini revolver with a small knife at the end of it. Beth holds her knife straight in front of her as Seth fires. The bullet is cut cleanly in half by her knife. Seth tries firing at her leg but she sprints towards him, cutting the arm holding the revolver, quickly attempting to take his neck.

Then to me, "Hands first, then she can free herself if she needs to." He remains at the door we entered by, gun in hand, semi-raised, looking back but also watching the two other entrances. Mitch's eyes are like searchlights, following his every movement. "I can't get the fucking stuff off," I mutter. "It's so tightly wound, and it's knotted." "Here, let me," says Klempner. He slots the gun back into a holster under his jacket and instead, produces a knife from somewhere at the back of his belt.

I couldn't understand how Set could fight with such fiercity even with the wolf's bane in his blood, weakening his wolf's side. Set pinned 'One' down, sinking his fangs into his neck and ripping out flesh, One growled, pulling out a gun. "Set!" I called out but it was too late, and then the gunshot followed, and it hit Set square in his chest. Set dropped to the floor, and 'One' rose.

If I struck too soon, his allies would descend like wolves. And I wasn’t ready for that. Keiran reached into his coat and pulled something out. A knife. Its blade was sharp, polished steel glinting under the moonlight. He flipped it in his hand before offering it to me, hilt first. “Use this,” he said. “When the time comes.” I took it without hesitation, feeling the weight of it in my palm. It was smaller than the weapons I trained with, but the edge was deadly. A quick, clean kill.