Knife X Microphone Novels & Stories

My voice cracked, and I thought I would have to run to the small bathroom I saw attached to the room and throw up. “Make you pay your penance.” “How?” Knox took a step toward me. “You’ll see.” He reached into a leather holder on his belt and pulled out a knife. The silver of the blade glimmered beneath the light cast by a small chandelier above. “But it’s time we begin.” He took another menacing step toward me as my heart stopped. “Remove all your clothing.” His command was accented by the scream of a woman in another room, as if I needed a reminder of what would come if I said no.

And a small, elegant device that looked like a platinum pen. Anton lifted it out. It was cool and heavier than it appeared. He twisted the cap—a perfect, seamless motion—and the subtle, hidden lens at the tip activated with a nearly imperceptible violet gleam. A recorder. A transmitter. A weapon of its own kind, from his world of silk and secrets. “He’ll have the place swept for signals,” Sabatine said without looking up, securing a thin, ceramic blade in a sheath at his ankle. “Anything active, anything corporate-issue, they’ll find.”

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.

The owner's smile widened as he realized Vic was a serious customer. "Well, how about this one?" He gestured towards a knife and continued, "This is the Buck 110. It has a strong brand heritage, it's handmade, and the handle is crafted from brass and nickel for a comfortable grip. It's perfect for cutting through bird bones, branches, or skinning animals." 'He probably thought I was going to use it for hunting,' Vic realized. She nodded in agreement and asked, "I like it. How much does it cost?" "It's $100," the owner replied.

"Boss...please... I didn't know. Please...don't...kill me." "Kill you? I won't. Why would you think that?" Murmuring gently in response, fleshy lips flattened in thoughts. The tzar's casual steps brought him to a secure panel. He punched in a series of codes, it beeped and slowly opened to reveal trays of weapons, displayed for Dominic's personal use. Perfect. It had been a while but he had not forgotten. All types of specially made knives were displayed and arranged perfectly before him, from fixation Bowies, authentic katanas, bolos, Gerber, and...

Natalia's Pov: "This is FKMD Modras Black FX- 507, and this is M48 Cyclone Tri-Edge Spiraling dagger knife," Mariano explained pointing at two black daggers. Right now we're in Nicolas' office and standing in front of his famous glass cases with too many dangerous weapons. Nicolas was very busy with his work so Mariano and Alexander decided to give me an impressive tour of his office. Nicolas was also in the office but he was too busy to talk and even look at me. He was continuously doing some paperwork. Sometimes I kept throwing quick glances at him but he seemed very engrossed in his work.

“The knife to kill Zach.” The knife was small, but it was heavy, like a sword. Nevea observed it. The knife was golden, and calligraphy adorned its body. She stroked it, and the blade gleamed. “It recognizes you.” Kiara pointed at the knife using her chin. “That’s the only weapon to kill Zach.” Nevea put the knife behind her and stared at Kiara. “You think I can kill Zach?” “You can. He will make you kill him. Don’t worry about that.”

Knight clipped the strap of his magically enhanced AKR-75 assault rifle to his tactical vest before attaching his individual first-aid kit to his belt and securing it in place. The last checks were done by rote, his hands cataloguing everything he’d need while in the field. “Comms checks,” Rina said from the other side of the ready room, her voice echoing over the headphones in his ears. The team voiced their names over the comms as Knight glanced over at their two newest additions as they were linked into the encrypted comms channel Alpha Team used in the field.

Ours on the right. I walked straight past our station. I walked toward the Moon Crescent table. Silas, Martha, and Pip followed me in a tight formation. I reached the table where Skade would stand. I looked at the polished wood. I took the Northern knife. I lifted it well up over my head. I thrust it down to the very heart of her table with a sudden swipe. The wood snapped with a noise like a bone breaking. It was a jagged tooth of steel in the center of her workspace.

“In another life, I would choose to die than be with a degrading bitch like you,” I brought out the knife I sheathed in my clothes. “This is goodbye, North.” “Now, Mike.” He shouted I felt a string, hook my throat, it was so sharp it cut through my flesh. “Who's the useless one now ?” Mike spat from behind.