Pretty Knife Novels & Stories

My eyes scanned the quad, seeing nothing but students. "You got a piece on you?" he asked, already steering Josh a step ahead with a light push. "No. Campus security is too tight. Do you?" He made a show of adjusting his jacket, his hand brushing mine. Something small and cool pressed into my palm. I glanced down. A penknife. A sleek, silver thing, barely three inches long. I scoffed. "Seriously? A penknife?" "It’s what I’ve got," he hissed back. "It could be useful. Unless you’re planning to take the guy out by strangling him with your G-string. Which, just saying, would be insanely hot."

He heads back to the table picking up two knives different to his prior selection for their blades are pitch black in colour whilst their handles are of hardwood. "These here are called obsidian knives. These are made by peeling a long, thin sliver from the core of the volcanic glass. Sharpest knife of all." He explains as he gets himself into position at a distance from the target board. "Watch carefully, little one." Eyes closed taking a deep breath he begins to move with elegance. An elegance that catches me off guard for even as I female had none like his. Hands held above his head spine bending backwards he slowly twists his body whilst his wrists rotate the knives captured in his palms

and took away the other. I examined the weapon with a frown. A long, thin knife, but astonishing enough, both its edges were duller than the first one except the sharp, pointy tip. I didn't quite like it. "Why this one? Are you afraid the others would hurt you?" I smirked. His lips drew back in amusement, and I thought for a second I saw him rolling his eyes. "It won't hurt you." I glanced down at the knife, realizing my stupidity. Because of its dull edges this couldn't hurt me even if I went complete reckless. But the pointy tip; if I ended up penetrating him by any unsought chance, he'd definitely be hurt.

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.

she goes back inside the gets the knife she left. Taking a look at the unfamiliar markings on the sharp pointed blade, she turns and follows her. “ Whoa! Where the heck did you get those? ” Sophie asks in shock as she sees what Kira held in her hands hiding in the corner while spying out any activity happening down the stairs. “ You mean these? ”Kira asks as she raises the two Talon knives she held. “ I'm a fanatic of knives, I have a lot of them. ” She replies as she unbuttons the jacket, to reveal rows of pockets filled with knives of different sizes and types.

The color drained from Landon's face. Before he knew it, Alyssa had pressed the butterfly knife against his neck. The butterfly knife was the most notorious of all weapons, as it was insidious and lethal. It perched precariously on the end of one's fingers, striking a perfect balance between style and deadliness. How cruel and heartless of a woman to fight him with a butterfly knife. "Stop pestering me, Landon Harper." She narrowed her eyes and gently slapped the reflective blade against his cheek. "I would never pick you even if there were no men left in this world."

Seeing that the sharp tip was about to sink into her body, the man who had been motionless finally raised his hand. The empty hand pressed the handle of the knife, and the tip of the knife made of nanomaterials automatically retracted and deformed it was still a knife, but it became a short knife with a little width Su Nian laughed like a successful little fox, and opened his mouth to make a mouth shape: "I don't want to die?" The man's eyes finally fell on her exactly, and his brows were furrowed, as if to say-don't stay here if you die, or else-don't get my knife dirty. It wouldn't mean anything good anyway.

she muttered under her breath. “You left it in the trap, didn’t you?” Vega’s voice cut through the moment, sharp and accusing. “Crap!” Hennia smacked her forehead in frustration, her shoulders slumping. “We can’t use another knife! The Blade of Septem is the only one that works!”

Apparently, a shard of glass from the broken car window had sliced through the scar, rupturing it. "It's just a little blood," Natasha said as Lucas wiped off the blood from her neck with the sleeve of his shirt. The moment he was doing that, he noticed something sticking out through the tiny slit below Natasha's neck. "I think there's something in here. Maybe the glass that cut you." They moved to a bench and away from the road where they all sat and Lucas worked his fingers to get the object out. "Ow, careful!" Natasha hissed. "Sorry. Almost got it."

With the sound, the sharp blade is drawn out of its sheath, and in the deep forest with the wind bursts, it is shining with the cold blaze. Then, Mary Kinson rolled up the cuff of her right hand completely, and then took a Swiss knife and ripped it down at the joint, without blinking her eyelashes, and her movements were neat. There was a stabbing pain in the concern, and then warm blood slipped down the wrist. She pointed her palm towards the grass, and the bright red blood glowed with light. When it dripped on the grass leaves, it was absorbed instantly like magic.