Knife X Microphone Novels & Stories

She makes a small sound against my mouth that I know no one else heard and her fingers tighten in mine. Siobhan starts the applause. ✦ ✦ ✦ The holster sits flush against my leg, inner thigh. Custom fit, thin leather, completely invisible under the train of the dress. The knife straps to my right — a $xed blade, four inches, the one I've carried since I was twenty-two, the one my father doesn't know about. Wedding appropriate, I think, straightening the train in the anteroom before we walk into the reception. For a wedding like this one, in a world like this one, absolutely wedding appropriate. Luca catches me adjusting the strap through the fabric when he comes

Maddie jerked. “Don’t even think about it, Darling.” Jason growled, though the smile on his lips was inviting. Her eyes widened as she looked at the curved knife in his grip. It was a Scian mhór, the blade he had chosen for the weapons trial, however that wasn’t the memory that rushed her, forcing her to stumble back a step. No, it was the memory of another curved blade, one that had lodged deep in her shoulder when she deflected it from striking Michael.

"I told you I was good with close combat. Knives are kind of my thing." "I can see that," Axiel said slowly. He walked over to the doorframe and pulled the knife free, examining where it had struck. "Dead center. That's... impressive." "I've had practice," I said, strapping the second knife to my other thigh. "Back in my pack, I was one of the best knife fighters we had. Guns are loud, messy. Knives are quiet. Personal." I met his eyes. "And in close quarters, they're often more effective."

He reached down with his right hand and drew his Phase-Knife. "You broke my favorite toy," Dax growled, rolling his shoulders as the blue light of the knife illuminated his scarred face. "Now I'm going to break your city."

Grabbing a hold of my own knife 23 Grabbing a hold of my own knife. And on this knife my story is carved on it. And on this knife my story is carved on it 8 I got some hand pocket knifes. Some guns they gave me attaching the to my hips Some guns they gave me attaching the to my hips. Some guns they gave me attaching the to my hips Rapping my hands and attaching knifes to them. I got my hacking phone 13 I got my hacking phone. Which I use on missions and a bomb.

“That’s why I’m called The Shiv.” “B-betrayer? Traitor?” he sputtered, “Don Vyon, I do not know what you’re talking about!” I nodded patiently. “Don’t worry. There’s more than enough time to make you understand.” I leaned away and walked over to the table where an array of knives, different types and sizes, were on display, my eyes scanning for the perfect tool for the night. For the sleazy traitor. My eyes finally settled on a twelve-inch blade with a silver blade, and the corner of my lips turned up in a half, sinister smile.

" I say loud enough to have anyone in proximity come over. "It burnt me!" Is all I can manage to get out over the throbbing pain in my hand and looking more closely at the knife...blade or whatever it bloody is I see that its got a design on it. "Wolfsbane", Mike and Damiano say at the same time, just as they open the door and go down the driveway toward the gates.

Glancing up from where he is opening up his box, "Thank you, Michael, yes. A beer would be good." I set the tray on the table beside James' 'work area', passing around the bottles and the opener. James works through the contents of his box: a set of knives: stainless steel, polished, they glint under the harsh lighting. One by one, he inspects the edges, testing them with his thumb. He chooses one, but apparently unsatisfied, takes a steel from its slot, drawing the blade along, sharpening it. Opening another bottle, I set it on the table by James, then take my seat next to Klempner, knocking back a glug of beer. Then I toss back a handful of nuts before passing the bowl to Klempner.

visual. Micah stepped closer to them. "Were you excited to put your tongue on her skin? Hear her human moans and cries in your ears? Feel her writhing underneath you?" He asked out loud, walking around the three demons. I looked down in embarrassment. "Adrian. I might have a better idea of what to cut off next." Micah loudly announced. I looked up and saw Micah holding the knife in front of their pants, where a bulge was very visible. I cringed back.

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.”