Pretty Knife Novels & Stories

What the fuck would happen if he completely lost his shit? “Steel,” Knives said, his voice chillingly calm, as he playfully flicked the knife around in his hand. “I think he’s uncomfortable like this? Why don’t we pick him up and tie him to that table instead?”

I don't know what I was expecting from him, but he takes a small step back and brings the knife up between us, saying. "This knife is known as the 'GURKHA KUKRI CURVED WARRIOR KNIFE', it is made out of silver covered steel making it a very effective weapon for taking our heads off and as the only way to kill a Lycan werewolf is to separate his head from the rest of him it is a good weapon for you to have, at least until...." He only murmured the last part so I didn't really catch all that he said. "So that is how and why that man got back up after I had cut his throat," I murmur to myself, not expecting him to answer, but he does.

She smiles at Kai and nods. She picks up one of the throwing knives. She shows him how it works. “It’s fully flexible, and soft when it’s turned off.” She wafts it, and hands him the thing, he turns it over in his hands. “Feels like fabric almost.” She nods, then, holding it carefully, making sure not to cut Kai when she does, she turns it on. A small electrical current flows into the fabric and it becomes flat and rigid. Kai turns it over carefully, and tests the edge. “That’s a sharp knife.” She smiles,

“Try silver to see if it does anything to him.” “Did that, stung him like a bitch,” I say, removing my Karambit knife and slicing his cheek. “Heals quickly, though.” “Hmmm, okay, hold up a mirror to his face and see his reaction,” as soon as Ryker says this, the smirk drops from fake Ruin’s face, and I hear his heartbeat pick up.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

“Okay, I’m ready.” Everyone is looking at me like I’m crazy. Well, I’m Latina, so it’s an occupational hazard either way. I shake it off, get focused, and throw my Kukri straight to the bull’s eye of the standalone target. Then I move to my smaller knives and hit all of the hanging targets while moving to my seven inch parkerized knife. With a flick of the wrist in the right angle I managed to slice through three targets before rolling forward and reaching for my bowie to stab the final target at the opposite side of the room.

Something colder. Sharper. A blade waiting for the right moment. And when it came, I wouldn’t miss.

The anger, the regret, the anxiety, the emotional and mental tiredness. I kept the water running and then searched the bathroom for something to use as a weapon. I needed something that would weaken him immediately, because trust me, I did not know how to fight or could even defend myself well. Then my eyes landed on the small knife that men normally use for shaving. I think it’s called a straight razor or a cut-throat razor. The only reason I even knew the name was because of Chris. It was perfect. I knew for a fact that it was very sharp and every time that Chris would use it to shave, I would have so much anxiety.

He seemed really skillful and agile when he flickered the scalpel gracefully. "Suddenly, a thin needle sprang out from the handle of the knife with a clatter as cold light reflected off it. It almost gave Mango a fright." Is this the gear? "Yes, this is it and it can be used for self-defense. The fine needles are usually coated with poison, but I guess someone must have cleaned it up." "All this while, Wisdom's lips were curled up as he really liked the gift." "However, Mango said with concern, ""Be careful, don't injure yourself accidentally."""

Wow, I'm impressed with myself how can I do this so easily? “What want to attack too?” I ask the first man that I kick in his stomach. He didn’t answer instead he took out a blade and judging from its look the blade has a back edge that curves upward hah such a knife is optimized for slicing or slashing which provides a larger cutting area or belly and is common on skinning knives. To think he is threatened by a lady like me and decide to bring out a knife is how ungrateful.