Knives X Vash Novels & Stories

ASHLEY'S POV I let out a loud scream. Everything happened very quickly–one minute we were walking out to avoid Vance crashing our dinner, the very next minute, there was a knife pinning Xavier's hand to the wall. “Are you okay?” I asked, but immediately realized how stupid of a question he was. “Argh!” He groaned in pain as he pulled the blade out with his other hand, freeing himself from the wall. “Where did that come from?” I probed, looking for the direction the knife came from. I could have sworn it flew out of nowhere.

Xavier nodded at him and took those knives. Dylan started to run and kill with two knives in his two hands, he was running forward and killing wolves with both of his hands. Those knives were silver knives, Skylar gave those to his four officials if they could not fight long because of tiredness. But she didn't give one to Dylan because Dylan was the True Blood. Dylan never thought that one day he would need those too.

"Someone took videos of you when you damn rammed her head into the f sucking damn table!" I yelled. Then something shifted in me and I realized that I hadn't gotten mad or raised my voice over anything for the longest time I could remember but for Vine, I was going crazy. But that was by the way. I hunted closer to her and her eyes darted fearfully, till she was backed up against the wall, with nowhere to escape. Her chest rose and fell on labored breaths as I brought out my shiny metal knife. Slowly, I examined the knife, then the holder which was engraved with symbols of Vipers.

Yet, to survive a few assaults from the master was very impressive for the member of the Wolf’s Den. “Amazing.” He laughed maniacally. It seemed like he did not feel the pain as he was once again drawn toward Sword Freak. He lunged again at Sword Freak and was greeted with another slash wound on his body. Just as Sword Freak was about to end his opponent’s life once and for all, a person emerged menacingly next to him. She was Vanessa Harris, the butterfly knife-wielder from Wolf’s Den.

Knives slice through flesh and groans from our comrades almost make me break rank. Vaals are similar to Shikaz in coloring and stature. They are quick and good at stealth missions. And while they are both strong beings going up against a battalion of Jahns is suicide for them... especially since they aren't veteran warriors. Suddenly the surviving Vaals yell. Even with their reduced numbers, they are pushing them out of our way. They are making a path for us. Very few Jahns are managing to meet our blades. Nole isn't even focusing on our enemy. His faith in our comrades is 100%, so I, too, switch my attention from them to the hill.

The white Nodachi slipped from his fingers, dissolving into harmless digital ash before it even hit the obsidian floor. Dax twisted the blade, his amber eyes locked onto the flickering magenta optics of the warlord. "Game over," Dax whispered. He ripped the knife free. The Shogun of the Ashen Sky collapsed backward. The liquid-chrome armor lost its cohesion, rippling and dissolving into a pool of inert, heavy metal on the polished mirror floor. The glowing magenta optics dimmed, sparked, and died. The silence that followed was absolute. Dax stood over the puddle of chrome, his chest heaving, his Phase-Knife powering down with a soft hiss.

Blood pooled below him as he tried to save himself in a futile attempt. Grayson drew his hand back, but grunted as a knife was thrown, piercing the right side of his mid abdomen. Grayson knew immediately it wasn't just any knife, nor was it clean. He felt the burn of silver, and a foreign substance coursing through his body at an alarming rate. He looked up and saw the Commander drawing his hand back with another knife that never left his hand. Xavier tackled him and ripped his head off before he ever had a chance to throw the second blade.

Anvi "No, I can't. And that you know very well. That's why I had to ask for Yashika's help that night." Vishal "Well, I have to tell you something. I tried to see what happened the night Agastya forced Kanishk to stab me. I saw everything. Agastya threatened to kill Kanishk and you if he didn't listen to him." Anvi "That I also know." Vishal, "I also saw that the silver knife didn't have Agastya's venom. He lied to Kanishk. I'm not sure, but maybe, a born vampire's venom can kill me."

Gabrielle laughed claiming that she had gotten victory, After she killed Ash she kept the knife to herself just so that she could use it to kill Livey. Livey watched the knife in horror, it brought back memories of when Sapphire tortured her in the dungeon with a silver knife. The mistletoe began working in her body and her powers dampened, she stumbled back and fell to the ground. “You want to hear a little secret, I killed Ash with this same knife” she disclosed to her with a hideous smile on her face. She pulled the knife out to stab her in the chest but she was knocked out by a grey wolf. Newton couldn’t stand there and watched her kill Livey even though she had ordered him not to interv

Ashval’s voice rang in my mind. I saw him rise – blood coating his fur. His body blurred toward us. Claws. Teeth. Fury. Ryker didn’t see him coming. Ashval tore into Ryker’s back with a roar. Blood arced across the air. Ryker yowled. Twisted to shake him off. That was my moment. My claws slid out with a smooth, terrifying certainty. Swipe. I slashed his throat open – deep, clean. Blood erupted – hot, fast, gushing.