Master Of Knife Novels & Stories

knowing fully well that time isn't on my side, I run towards the bike, which is now standing 15 feet away from my position. One of the slave masters steps in my way with whips in his hand. I slid under him and kicked him in the dick. he let out a painful groan, but I didn't waste another second before I plunged my knife into his neck, stabbing him in multiple places, and his blood splashed all over my face.

Women definitely watched him with hungry eyes full of need and desire but it takes more than a pretty face to catch his attention. People often made the mistake of believing Dominance was loud. Master Steele proved otherwise. His authority lived in restraint. In patience. In the dangerous calm behind His silver eyes. To those privileged enough to know Him, He was a Master in every sense of the word — respected, feared, desired. A man who understood the intricate dance between control and trust better than most understood themselves. BDSM was not a hobby to Him. It was culture. Psychology. Ritual. Art. And Fantasy was His masterpiece.

He cut her off, Shaking his head. "You're weird." She shook her head. "And so are you." He replied, smiling. She frowned, staring at the man. Was this man really among these bad guys? Cause as far as she knew..they man named Brian who was her stupid master was nothing but a killer. She had seen him kill someone twice! And he didn't even hesitate before pulling the trigger and ending their lives. Was he really part of it? He didn't look like the kind of person to kill someone. He looked so innocent.

"You are mine, forever MINE. Your heart and body belongs only to Me." She found herself getting turned on by his Possessive words. "Yes, I belong to you and only to you, Master." Turning her around to face him, his hands holding her hips. "Always remember that, now go down on your knees and worship my di.ck," "Make me, Master."

His natural, commanding presence made it seem as though he was born to rule over others. "You said no one can break the pentagram. I don't believe you," Nero said. As the blade came crashing down on the pentagram, it shattered at once. The blade sliced through Calix's head, spraying blood in all directions. His skull splintered and flew everywhere. Despite being one of Daneast's Three Grandmasters, he died before he could even shout in horror. All was silent. For ages, no one spoke. They were far too thunderstruck by everything that had just happened.

that he would stop looking for the knife I was sharpening in the dark. I reached under the mattress and felt the small, sharp palette knife I had managed to hide before they cleared the studio. It was a small thing, but it was steel. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the window, staring at my reflection. My Blood Red lips were barely visible in the dark, but they were there. Whisper all you want, Dan, I thought. Tell the world I’m crazy. Tell my son I’m a ghost. But remember one thing about ghosts.

The sound of glass bowls all shattered, and everything on the table fell scattered with just one movement pulling the tablecloth. All the chefs and waiters were surprised, usually, the Young Master did not matter if the menu served was all seafood. Meanwhile, Roy just sighed. "Huh, what a moment, damn it!" Roy thought. "You want to kill my wife!!! Why are all the menus seafood? You're all stupid," growled Deffin. Suddenly everyone apologized and they quickly cleaned up the mess in the dining room, the chefs immediately cooked another menu. "I just don't like seafood, but I won't get poisoned if I eat it let alone die. This young master is not only horrible but also weird. But, how did he kno

"Didn't you see the announcement? This person is called Sebastian, and he just took the first kill of the boss in the novice village." "Cheater! Bros, there's cheating in this game!" "Too outrageous. I saw it clearly; he dealt nearly two thousand damage with three strikes? My Qi Refining Initial Stage only has a thousand health." "I thought those few Blood Slaughter guild members were low on health because they were fighting with Moonshadow Guild, so it was easy to kill them." "I just want to say, terrifying!" "Such a master! Idol!" "Are sword cultivators this strong? Can I switch to becoming a knife user? Suddenly, I feel my knife is only suitable for cutting tofu (T▽T)..."

He certainly wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. “You’re right,” Mane nodded his head and unsheathed his second light sword. He twirled both weapons in his hand with the movements and grace of a sword master as he recalled the teachings he had soaked up from his masters, the 7th and the 8th. The 7th was an expert of the sword whilst 8th was a master of blades.

I sent the dagger knife flying towards the direction I was sure the person following me was hiding. "Fuck!" I heard him scream. Did I hit him? But why is his voice so familiar? I didn't leave my hiding place. I stayed hidden. Maybe because of the growing fear, I immediately dodged the approaching dagger. The dagger knife that I think is mine. "What the fuck? Are you able to let go when I didn't notice when you were the one to attack? Or maybe I just didn't expect you to carry a dagger knife?" Master M asked. Now I can hear him.