Knives X Vash Novels & Stories

Lethal. It struck perfectly. Thunk. Jonas stared in horror. Husen looked mildly inconvenienced. The knife protruded directly from his neck. Blood slid slowly beneath his collar. A long silence followed. Then the vampire sighed. “Rude.” He pulled the blade free with elegant annoyance and examined it under the flickering light. “Silver-edged,” he mused. “Custom balanced.” His gaze lifted to Sera. “Do you sharpen these yourself?” Sera reached for another knife.

The captain pushes out her stool and stands up. Both of her arms fold under her breast, though she takes the time to point her gaze at Vados while her right-hand tugs off a right-hand glove. Along the middle of her palm are multiple slashes made like a combat knife tore her flesh, at least that is what the scars look like. She places her bare hand on her side while she holds the glove between the crux of her underarm. “It’s a deal then?” Salavanta speaks in a calm and collected tone even though she may have fooled the unknowing Vados, Gardax knew something else is at play, a scheme. “Aye, Sal, that is right,” Vados says while his eyes lower down to the side of his double-decked utility, leat

He was smiling. Wrong move. “Damien. Cassius.” Moses repeated the name like a slur. “That’s two Latin war crimes and a daddy complex in one breath.” Xavier rolled his shoulders, smoothing the lapels of his coat. “I was going to go with just ‘Xavier,’ but apparently I’m not allowed mystery anymore.” And that was when Mika moved. Six knives. Thrown in under three seconds. They hissed through the air with terrifying precision. One aimed at the jugular. One for the heart. Three at ribs, one at the top of the thigh.

“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.

Getting a sudden thrilling feeling inside her, Natasha strangely perceived what was about to happen as she watched a chainsaw drop out of the column, its serrated metallic blade pointing down towards Lucas's head. "Lucas, watch out!" Natasha found herself suddenly standing next to Lucas and everything around her was still—motionless. Her eyes were wide when she saw the chainsaw frozen right above Lucas instead of hitting him. "What the... ?" Instinctively, Natasha grabbed the chainsaw which was exceptionally heavy and slowly removed it from its original trajectory, setting it away from Lucas's head. The weird moment passed and everything sort of returned to normal with Lucas gasping after th

My throat tightens painfully. Behind us, there’s a sudden shift in the air. Kaziel's gaze snaps back to Vanya, his jaw tightening. She's crawling, her eyes wild with desperation. Somewhere along the way she'd grabbed a knife. Her hand trembles as she drags the blade across her palm, slicing it open. Blood oozes onto the concrete, and she starts to chant in a slurred voice. "No," she rasps. "No, no… he's still mine—"

It’s almost as if all sound has been sucked out of the area. Taking the knife from his hand, I stab him in the ribs. Stabbing someone is not fun but necessary in this situation. The feel of the blood flowing through your fingers and the sounds of the knife digging into fat and muscle can give anyone nightmares. Once I remove the blade, Victor falls to the ground with a wheezing gurgle. His back heaves as he struggles for breath. It’s a painful way to die, but I feel no remorse. Not when this monster was out to kill the woman I love.

Few people in front of her were knocked down, she then quickly pick up the thing. Slayer starts to attacked, slicing now, and then, Nathan defends himself with a knife. Their weapon sparks when it hit each other because of the strong impact, the two were equal in strength. Nathan cut off Slayer’s attack, by sliding the blade away and strike to stab, seizing the open opportunity, but it was defended by a sword too. The tip of the knife was drilling on the blade, Nathan pushed it harder making Slayer step back a few times, but then he managed to push back Nathan too with the sudden exert force and slice. Nathan instantly leaps backward. “Heh, you so fun.” Slayer exhilarating said and added,

Sasha stumbled forward when a human man bumped into her back, he was yelling and crying as he ran away from there with one of his arms torn. Tears blurred her sight as she looked around. They were retreating already, the war hadn't even properly begun and they were retreating. Some stood their ground, unfazed by their companions retreating. It was only one kingdom of warriors who stayed rooted in their spot. Only they managed to kill a few vampires. But how did they manage to do that? It was impossible. Sasha narrowed her eyes on their swords and her eyes widened when she noticed something odd about their blades. They were poisoned, their blades were poisoned. That poison managed to kill a f

" Liam pulled out the knife I'd found on the balcony and slowly stalked toward me. I backed away and splashed him with paint. "Don't come any closer! I'll destroy your paintings if you take another step!" Sure enough, he stopped. His eyes turned frosty as he snarled, "I'll destroy you if you touch my paintings." Despite his words, I knew he wouldn't let me off the hook even if I didn't do anything. I threw a bucket full of paraffin oil at him before grabbing a lighter from the drawer. I lit it and threw it at him.