Knife X Microphone Novels & Stories

They didn’t even need to connect those prickly needles. Her thoughts are interrupted when a doctor places what looks like a headphone on her head. Well, a person will think it's a headphone except that it’s made entirely out of what looks like glass and stops at the sides of her head. It weighs so light that she hardly feels it at all. “It will help with the test,” a doctor explains with an encouraging smile before turning to face a glass opaque window Mia didn’t realise is there before. “We’re ready to begin, sir,” he says.

she muttered under her breath. “You left it in the trap, didn’t you?” Vega’s voice cut through the moment, sharp and accusing. “Crap!” Hennia smacked her forehead in frustration, her shoulders slumping. “We can’t use another knife! The Blade of Septem is the only one that works!”

To see if he’d run screaming or if that twisted part of him—the one that gets hard when I pin him down—would wake up and watch? I turn back to the table. My fingers trail over the row of knives laid out on black velvet. Different lengths, different curves. Some for precision, some for pain. I pick up the one made specifically for skinning—thin, razor-sharp, slightly hooked at the tip. Knives have always been my favorite weapon, there’s so much you can do with it.

He didn't look flustered or embarrassed; he looked entirely possessed by an unnerving, protective calm. From his pocket, he produced a tiny, sterile antiseptic pad, dabbing gently at the faint nick on my skin before inspecting the gold pendant. With a swift, practiced flick of his thumb, he locked the micro-blade back into its hidden housing. "Don't be careless with the knife," Enzo whispered, his voice a low, raspy velvet near my ear. "It’s that sharp."

So he could effectively communicate with whoever was on the outside and they could do the same for him. The man began to struggle, trying his hardest to shut his mouth, Rodriguez bothered not with struggling with him, instead stabbing the man straight in his thighs, causing him to let out an ear piercing scream, with mouth wide open. Rodriguez laughed at the sight, taking a hold of his cheeks once more and plying the device out of his mouth with the knife. He took a hold of his head searching his hair for any more devices. And after he was satisfied that there were none, he picked the discarded clothes and shoes off the ground adding the mic to the mix, bunching them up, he gave one last har

he told her. “Max, I have carried my knives for a little over seven years. They have never drawn my blood. They have saved my life on numerous occasions and they come in handy,” she said in a calm voice. She drew out a knife from her waist and handed it to him so that he could look at it. The knife was about as long as her hand and thin. Its handle was long and narrow and the blade looked more like an arrowhead. Mikael was about to put his finger on its tip to test its sharpness.

He turned his body to face them, but still, his face is not clearly visible. Blade is confused. He is not understanding how this man knows his name. 'Looks like he investigated all of us before coming here and attempting to kill The King ' he thought. "I...." Blade opened his mouth to give a strong verbal whiplash to Reed, but only air came out of his mouth. Reed rattled him that much. Reed shook his head with annoyance. He understood what is happening here and his irritation flared. He is trying to control his anger. "Ar*atix IP1, a weapon which is made to kill" he murmured while looking at the sleek black handgun which Blade is holding. That gun is expensive and is a high-tech weapon.

Shadow shakes me out of my thoughts and I look up at him "Uhm I don't know I've never used any of these," I say and he chuckles. My memory takes me back to the flashback I had when I killed some of his men using the weapons displayed "Oh," I say out loud "I guess I don't know knives," I say looking back up at him "Good choice" he grins planting a kiss on my forehead. He guides me to the knife section. Looking at all of them displayed I picked the set of green knives that just seemed more deadly

She looked at him with her finger across her lips. He nodded, catching her meaning. Kelsey dug in her pocket, pulling out a slim zipper pouch. He'd seen her with it before and knew the size was a lie. It hid a variety of personal items. She yanked a tissue out of it and carefully wrapped the sticker in the tissue, then slid it all into the pouch. "Microphone," she mouthed. Logan gaped at her. Kelsey had a microphone stuck to her coat? For how long? Since when?

I stood outside, under the harsh sun for about three minutes before I broke the lock of the door in annoyance and walked in. The first thing I did was to chug down a beer and then get an ice bag to help my sore ankles. Munching a bundle of crunchy biscuits, I waited patiently for Blade who still hadn’t replied my message. After consuming six bottles of beer and countless snacks, I watched a black sedan drive in and park in the coffee shop’s driveway. Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side.