Nimble Needles Novels & Stories

Help me find something small and needle like. Lila stuck a hand into her right skirt pocket and rummaged around for a moment, before pulling out a tiny pink, zip up purse that was the size of her palm. She put down her torch for a moment and opened up the bag, pulling out a single spool of black thread wrapped around a long, thin cardboard tube with a needle tied down to the string. After a bit of fiddly tugging, she was able to free the needle and walked over to Jasper, who took the sharp point from her.

She had said that she would kill her and now she was gone… Penny had been inspecting the tip of the spear she had designed and crafted that day. It was supposed to go be an experiment, which Angus had asked for. If it came out well, then he said that he would order a thousand from her. The spear was designed cleverly. There was a pushbutton, about three inches behind the tip, which with a slight pressure would open the secret chamber beneath the tip where around fifty needles were lodged. The pushbutton was created in a way that not only opened the chamber, it pushed the needles out of it with strong force. In a normal battle, the pushbutton would automatically open even with a slight jerk.

it was elusive and addictive. I let myself be dragged around, already having a plan in mind. I reached out my left hand and immediately grabbed the proportionally large stone to my left and without hesitation,I kicked my feet with force out of his surprised grip..I rushed at him.. ruthlessly slamming the large stone on his head as a distraction and then making a run for it to grab the silver knife that wasn't too far away.

She pushed her emotions aside, her mind sharpening into a weapon once more. The moment came. The signal flashed in her mind, a series of movements all culminating in one final act. Nia slipped from the servants' passage into the outer halls, her steps silent as she approached the vault. She could almost taste the adrenaline in the air, a sharp tang that made her pulse race. As she neared the vault door, her heart skipped a beat. The soft hum of resonant crystals activated. She reached for the concealed needles, her fingers steady as she removed them from the hidden sheath along her arm.

Then, he moved as he jumped right into the sky. Boom! Boom! Boom! Almost at the same moment that Harvey got into the air, massive explosions erupted from the ground. Countless silver needles with a bluish hue shot outward with a whistling sound. No matter where the needles struck, a bad stench filled the air… It was the Rainstorm Needles…

She dipped a cloth and wiped Amelia’s hands, arms, and forehead, murmuring under her breath in a rhythm that wasn’t quite a chant but felt older than any hospital protocol. "Thirdky, activate the Meridian Points." From a slim case, she drew silver acupuncture needles, finer than a strand of hair. Each one went in with precision: the temple, the wrists, the ankles. The monitors didn’t so much as blip in alarm, but the senior staff watching shifted uneasily.

“Come. Let me take a look at the Asclepius Needles.” He was finally talking about something serious. Thomas brought out the needles and spread them on the table. All three of them looked over simultaneously, but the Asclepius Needles looked normal, and there was nothing special about them. It appeared to be no different from normal silver needles. It was just that they were more exquisitely made. But with current technology, as long as someone was willing to, they could produce silver needles with the most exquisite detail. This was not a selling point.

Benjamin sniggered condescendingly at Chad and said confidently, "Are you testing me, or do you just not know how to treat Mr. Hart and you're trying to steal my treatment plan?" He continued. "Sorry to disappoint you, but I won't tell you! Because I'll treat Mr. Hart right away. Watch carefully. This is a long-lost technique that you have never seen before in your life! The Geronimo Thirteen Needles!" The Geronimo Thirteen Needles came from the Imperial Manual, which had a long history of thousands of years. This technique utilized the 360 trigger points in the human. With different combinations and placement of 13 needles, it could achieve various healing effects!

"But I know how to fix it. He always found how clever I was sexy. And I am clever, Spitfire. Look what I took from the awful Hare." Spitfire's eyes went wide as he stared at the broken-off needle. It was one of the large, primitive ones that Nickel was using, nothing like the delicate little machine Ink had used to Mark them. "Why do you have that? Give it here." Spitfire held out his hand.

The wax slides across his skin in delicate rivulets before hardening in pale streaks. I can’t look away. The moment stretches, thick with heat and scent and silence. Then he sets the candle aside and walks back to the cabinet. He opens a velvet-lined case. There, lined like instruments in a surgeon’s tray, are needles. Thin, stainless steel, each one precise and glinting under the lights. My heart kicks in my chest, not with fear, but with anticipation so sharp it makes my lungs tighten. He brings them over, laying them down beside me like sacred things.