Knives X Vash Novels & Stories

If he knew any of the thoughts running through my mind, the only one who would be dead in seconds would be me. I reached for my knife and flicked it to reveal the blade. It was brand-new like every other gift from The Viper. But not for much longer. I held the hilt firmly in my hand and raised it above my head, using all my wrath to bring it down to his chest.

Gently, she cut into my wrist with the blunt knife, and suddenly I became less concerned about my sickness and more scared of dying from an infection. "Is it working?" I asked as blood dripped from my wrist and into the steel bowl beneath. "Camille?" "It might if you stop talking." She said with her eyes shut. I waited impatiently for something to happen and it was then I noticed the red powder on the blunt knife. "What is that?" I asked but by then whatever it was had started taking effect on me. I growled in pain as my bones snapped and my veins popped out. My Alpha eyes appeared and my sharp canines sprouted out. "What have you done?" I asked, struggling to resist the shift.

“Aww, you think threatening me makes you a mighty giga chad, do you? I’ve been a member of the lawless underground society for more than ten years, and no one has ever dared wave a threat in my face! Are you happy that you’re the first? Now, come receive your reward!” Phantomknife unsheathed his snowy, shiny blades and pointed their tips at Javier. Cold glints bounced off their surface, making for a terrifying entrance, but little else happened, as Phantomknife never got to hit Javier with them. He felt a sharp pinch on his wrist and saw Javier’s silhouette get blurry. The next time his eyes focused, his shiny blades had changed hands. Javier was the one aiming the pointy bits at him now.

Forms blurred dance—draw, cut, sheath—bodies colliding controlled violence, each brush electric foreplay. Shoji rattled suddenly, splintering shadow-intrusion. Five figures burst ink-black—board rebels, faces twisted vendetta, tanto knives glinting malice under dojo lanterns. Leader snarled Japanese filth, blade arcing Kenji's throat. Time fractured slow-mo: his bokken snapped block, but flanking wolves lunged my blindside.

I was only there for a second as strong arms pulled me up. My head his Kairos’s forearm as he rest me across his lap. Valentin sat across from me, lifting my arms and checking the blisters, etched into my skin. Then his hands went to my neck. He moved my blood-dried hair off my shoulder and immediately winced. Kairos tipped his head down to look as well then went pale as a ghost. “Is that normally how they do that?” he grit out. “No,” Valentin shook his head, and I felt his fingers press gently over my wound. “They used special knives. Ones forged in wolfsbane. They’re designed to bleed wolves. That’s why they’re still open wounds and why her body hasn’t healed them yet.”

Axthon tried to get up but failed, his arms hit the concrete corner. Violet's full attention was drawn to me, and when our gazes met, she smirked wickedly. She jump off the stage and stabbed the katana to the decapitated head closest to her and walked towards my direction. Kicking the corpses that were in her way. I simply took the shuriken that I always hid in my back pocket. "What do you want?" I ask her coldly, my face blank, and she comes to a halt a few meters away.

He fell backward, and she took advantage of his loss of balance, jumping on top of him and pinning his hands at his sides with her knees. Ashley and Cassidy were also engaged in hand to hand combat, and a second layer of Vampires was starting to bear down on them. She didn’t have too much time to waste on this piece of trash. She plunged her knife into his chest, sawing up this time, hoping to severe the arteries between his heart and neck as she cut. “Yeah, the devil, you little bitch,” she replied. “Tell him I said, ‘Hey.’” She smiled at him and then yanked her knife out and plunged it into his face for good measure as he shrieked and disappeared.

The rogue grits out. Killian then slashes the knife down on the rogue’s shoulder, cutting through the skin and muscle. The rogue can’t hold back the scream of pain, and it shakes the dungeon causing dust to fall from the ceiling. “Why are you coming onto MY pack territory?” My father asks, having just picked up the syringe of wolfsbane. The knife wound may hurt, but wolfsbane is something that will feel like a thousand suns burning through your skin, roasting your skin from the inside out. The rogue casts a weary glance at the syringe my father is holding in his hand.

Skeleton taunted, slinging his alloy steel knife over his shoulder. "You think you can scare me with that peashooter?" Viper sneered, toying with the serpent draped across his shoulder. The air in the tavern was thick with tension, a spark away from the explosion.

For a while, there was peace. Then I heard footsteps. Soft. Slow. Deliberate. My eyes snapped open, every muscle in my body going rigid. The room was dark, but I could make out a silhouette moving toward the bed. Veda. She was holding something in her hand. It was long, metallic, catching the faint moonlight from the window. A knife. She raised it high above her head, her face twisted in pure hatred, eyes wild with madness. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she stared down at me.