Knives X Vash Novels & Stories

It was so intense, like they were telling me something, they held a promise. But promise of what? Destruction. A small voice in the back of my mind hummed. Fresh tears escaped me as I started crying. Vengeance. That's what his looks held. Hunger for revenge. I gulped as the severity of the situation dawned on me. The man seemed insane and I had to stay away from him. Or else he might destroy me. And this time, I will be shattered completely.

Vanya’s eyes widen, and she starts bawling even louder. “Please, Alpha Kai! Anything but that wretched thing! Please, torture me daily, rip out my heart or permit me to atone with the Blood Eagle! Just please….anything ANYTHING BUT THAT DAGGER!” She sobs, looking at the obsidian thrown together dagger in Kai’s hand. That fucking Nephilim dagger - I had to pretend all was well as I sat with it in the SUV. That thing…is fucking death incarnate. My brother smirks and shakes his head. “As I said; atone for your sins in death, Vanya-”

Steven casually added. "Who are you?" almost indistinct, Lukas asks. His eyes together with the rest are still fixed on Vasili. "Does it matter who I am?" Vasili grimly mutters without looking at anyone but the floor. Looking for his blades. Confused, everyone watches him pulling out the sharps from their target. Wiping the blood on their clothes before returning them to the pockets of his leather belt. "Don't be confused about why you are still alive" he continues after collecting all his blades. His slow and steady steps echo amid the silence of the hall. And between the rubble of dead bodies. Careful not to step on the pool of blood spewed everywhere.

Whatever was walking around in Asher’s face, it was not Asher. The thing raised its hand toward another cluster of cowering servants, kitchen staff, I realised dimly, some of them still clutching trays, and then four blades appeared, simultaneously, embedded in its neck. Dominic’s knives. I recognised the curved design, the specific arc of their flight. Dominic was the only one of them who could throw with both hands at once, who could make blades sing through the air the way other people breathe. The not-Asher went down hard, crashing into the blood-soaked floor with a wet, heavy sound, skidding several feet through the red and leaving a dark smear in its wake.

Vance’s face flashes in my mind. His gloved hands. Say baby. Silas sees enough of my face to smile. “You understand the alternative already.” “I understand all of you think your knife is cleaner.” “Mine is.” He says it without heat. Like a man stating a margin. The map zooms. Seventeen nodes become seventeen chambers. In one, a woman with my face floats with eyes open. In another, three child-sized growth tanks sit empty. In another, a finished unit kneels in a room full of soldiers who are not pointing guns because they do not need to.

“I’ve never heard of a vampire having a weapon.” Vash walked up to the body and yanked the blade out of his head. The body crumpled to the ground, and she inspected the blade. “It’s not one of ours,” she said. “At least… not one from recent make.” She handed it to Mark before coming over to me. I pressed further back into the wall. “Your pal… Tell you anything specific?” I shook my head. She narrowed her eyes. I thought there was a little glint of light in her eyes, but then she pulled back and stood.

Ash’s eyes glowed as his wolf stepped up, his canines extended and his growl shook the walls of the house when he pulled the knife out of his side and he flung it at his cousin's hands. They all turned their heads and watched as the knife cut through the air and went clean through the chains that bound Jax's hands. Jax fell into a pool of his blood, his heart barely beating and his body weakened from the poison in his wounds. “What the fuck?” One of the vampires spat and tried to overrun Ash. Ash grabbed the vampire's arm and spared no time as he ripped his head clean of his body and through against one of the windows, shattering the glass.

In one swift motion, she threw the device away like it was nothing, watching it clatter to the ground uselessly. Then she drew a knife from her belt. The air crackled with tension. Vanessa didn’t even flinch as she slashed her own hand with the blade, blood spilling freely across her palm. Her silver eyes gleamed with malice as she gripped the weapon tighter, and the knife moved with a purpose. She wasn’t trying to kill anyone. She was trying to infect them. She lunged toward the nearest wolf, a young female still crouching behind the defensive line. Before anyone could react, Vanessa slashed the knife down, cutting into the wolf’s arm. The wound bled darkly, but it wasn’t the blood that mat

As Zachariah pulls Henry’s heart out of his chest, Yasmine slides out the Gurkha Kukri knife that she had inherited from Henry after that very first encounter with him. As Zachariah digs his claws in and pulls Henry’s heart all the way out of his chest Yasmine uses the Gurkha Kukri knife cutting in the same place, she had slashed her claws and as Zachariah lands on his feet and steps back and Henry slowly falls to his knees.

"You think you're fit to lead the Bratva? You're just as weak as your father." The venom in his voice pushed me over the edge. "You done?" Fuck talking. We were past that. Both of us drew knives – nasty pieces of work, serrated, designed to not just kill but mangle. My blade curved with the presence of a fucking machete. Pull this baby out, and it'd drag your guts with it. Our knives met with a grating clash of metal on metal. Sparks flew, mirroring the ferocious energy between us. He lunged, aiming straight for my heart. I sidestepped and swung, my blade singing as it sliced through the air and cleanly severed three of Viktor' fingers.