Knives X Vash Mga Nobela at Kwento

He was not able to find anything strange about the cutlery. Blayne peered over Sianna’s shoulder. He, too, arched his brow in curiosity. “Vance, did you find something?” “All knives in my home are either German or Japanese classic knives that are ordered in sets,” I informed them, “Surely you can see that there’s one that does not match the rest of the knives.” “Oh,” Sianna reached in to remove the knife but I quickly snatched her hand. Looking at her and shaking my head. Blayne and Duke suddenly realized the one that stood out.

Vashi's grip on the knife tightened, her heart racing. “I am clearly not dreaming…” she muttered as she advanced towards the shadow that was backing her; she wanted to catch a glimpse of the face of the person trying to frustrate her life. If possible, she would disfigure the face of the shadow with the knife in her hand, and the screams of the mystery person would fill her ears like a lullaby. Yes! Yes! These were Vashi's thoughts: to be free, to be able to sleep with both eyes closed…peacefully.

Armed with his knife, he charged forward. “Bam!” He swung his arm back and pushed his knife handle onto the chest of his assailant. Knocked back, the Viper’s Den member coughed out blood. The member landed on the floor, dying from the internal injury. Siberian swept his knife across another’s throat. As another member bled out, Siberian carried on his massacre.

She would rather end her life than let this filth of a human being defile her. Sammy came at her and punched her hard in the stomach, making her double over with pain. He then kicked her and she went flying across the shed. With her last strength, she got on all fours, throwing up the broth she had eaten earlier. Sammy was already mad with rage. Taking the knife that had fallen when Sandy attacked Vinca, he ran to where she had landed. Vinca saw the knife slash toward her and roll to the edge of the shed. She knew she was about to die. Using the wall as support, she slid up and faced him. As he came charging towards her, she shifted slightly at the last second and he rammed into the wall.

I pull the blade out of my jacket. Knives aren’t my thing, never have been. Those are more Vance’s tool of choice, but after what Ashley told me, I want the fucker to suffer for as long as possible. I grit my teeth, walk right up to the fucker, and slice his ear clean off. His scream reverberates through the building, making a painful sound that to me is the most beautiful music one could hear. It is the sound of pain and desperation. Vergelio Ferdinand now knows what it’s like to live in absolute fear.

Vanadine looked down to see the curved blade in his hand, surprised at its existence as he had no memory of finding it. “Are the council members so pathetic they fear one lone hybrid with a small knife?” Vanadine sneered as he tossed the blade at the captain’s feet. The guards formed up around him, the captain taking the lead and offering Vanadine his back. I should kill them all. He thought. Yet you might not make it to see Carine again. Shock hit him at the thought. Not due to the thought itself but because it seemed to have come from his darker side.

“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.”

I see the enemy advance from the trees and Adonis's team advances to meet them. "FIRE" I demand, and the sky is lit with arrows, each hitting their target as rows and rows of vamps fall dead. My brothers and I have always been great fighters, so it didn't surprise me when Adonis decapitated the heads of vamps and wolves in one quick swipe with his signature weapon, the Japanese Katana. My team on my command kept sending waves and waves of arrows each hitting their target. Ares team advanced along with our allies and met the wave that made it past the Adonis team.

Damien's eyes turned wide. "Yes, you. Who else would it be? What, can't do it?" Vanya wrinkled his forehead. "Is this too gory for you? This business isn't for some lily-livered wussies, so if you can't handle it, go cry somewhere else," Vanya mocked. Damien picked up the knife and looked away as he didn't want to look at the owner's crying face as he cut his pinky off in one stab. He tried not to look sick as blood gushed from the severed wound.

I used magic, and now none of them could speak at all. I kept barking orders to the newbies. I’m planning to have them suffer for a couple of hours. So far, Vladimir has three knives stuck on his leg, and Count Vlad has four. It’s been enjoyable. Honestly, I’ve been laughing every time I see the knives miss near their balls. I didn’t even expect vampires could look paler than they already looked. …