Razor Blade Gravity Knife Novels & Stories

Nathan then instantly flipped over the air and stands at Zitrey’s side. Slayer smirked from the unexpected hit he receives. He tardily holds his long blade katana while tapping it on his shoulder. The dull part was colored in black while the sharp one was in shiny silver, and in between, they were a dark purple in a zigzag pattern. The weapon was scary enough to make goosebumps, it seems possessed by the shadow of death. Slayer then uttered while staring intently to Nathan, “I will play with you lad. You seem fun.” he then looked at his remaining troupe, “There are still few people upstairs, so babies, kill the rest~”

The blade passed harmlessly through, leaving nothing but rippling darkness in its wake. Kael didn’t stop. He pivoted instantly, dragging his blade back across the arc where the figure reformed. This time, he infused the strike with everything he had—speed, force, and a raw edge of fury that burned through his veins. The shadows recoiled. Not much. But enough. A faint ripple—like something real had been touched. “There you are,” Kael muttered. Behind him, Lira darted forward, her twin blades flashing as she slashed through the lingering tendrils. “So it can be hit,” she said, breath steady despite the tension. “That’s something.”

Rule number two of this business: know your prey. Mr Allard gets in the driver’s seat and now it’s time to have some fun. While he’s busy turning his phone back on, I carefully pull my best friend from my ankle holster. Crimson – as I like to call her – is an 11” titanium knife with a 5” trailing point blade with a sloping style hilt. I never go anywhere without her and before you ask, yes I call it a ‘she’, how can I not? She’s reliable, durable, gets the job done and is bloody every month. Quickly sitting up, I place the blade of my knife to this throat, while being sure not to nick the skin – that’s not how we’ll be doing this. His body instantly goes rigid as he pushes himself into the s

It didn’t hurt to put to weight on it and I was glad. Going into the closet of the bedroom, I dug around the two moving boxes I still had things packed in. Pulling out a black velvet box, I handed it to Desmond. He looked at it confused but when he opened it, his jaw dropped. It was an inlaid pearl handled straight razor. It also had had a matching safety razor. The blade itself was Damascus steel and made a beautiful pattern on the blade. There was also a folded strop and a brush made of badger hair and the same inlay as both the razors.

She walked over to the blade and it also went closer to her she stretched her hands at it and held its handle and as she was about to swiftly take it she fell. “What the heck!“ She yelled at the heavy blade she had no idea was so heavy. She tried taking it again but she failed, the blade chimes and goes to meet her. She pulled it from the mid air with all her might as she groaned loudly but the blade won't budge, instead it chimes and glow brightly in each touch.

It came free with a soft hiss. Its blade was as dark as the hilt, but the most surprising thing was the grooves in the haft on either side of the blade. Careful not to touch the edge, which appeared razor-sharp, she probed the grooves, wondering at their purpose. Why would anyone want such a thing in their knife? If one were to actually use it, it would only collect...blood. A little nauseated by the idea, she was about to slip it back into its sheath when an arm came around and gripped her hand over the hilt. Startled, she screamed and tried to twist away.

Infront of me , on my lap , five throwing knives lay on the rough material being held in place by little rubber bands attached to the fabric . My eyes lit up when I seen the colour . They were turquoise. A big smile instantly appeared on my face as I admired the knives , that each one , slowly got smaller as my eyes ran across them . I touched the edge of the knife , getting a little paper cut . The knives were really sharp , and I could see symbol on the knives . It was an Ace symbol . It was small and simplistic but I really liked it.

He doesn't notice — couldn't notice — how my gaze quickly cuts to the rearview mirrors, checking the discreet presence of my men. My leather bag rests between us on the car seat, seemingly harmless — just another expensive designer accessory. But I know the weight it carries. The Glock 26, compact and deadly, is fitted into the special holster sewn into the lining. And beside it, wrapped in black silk, is the razor my mother gave me.

His eyes searched her, sharp and protective. “Raven, what is it? What happened?” His voice was urgent. But she couldn’t answer. Because it was there. Right in front of her bed, hovering in the air where moonlight filtered faintly through the window, was the Hollow Blade. The same jagged weapon from her vision, only now it gleamed with dreadful reality. Its edge shimmered with that unnatural light, whispering with voices too faint to fully hear, too sharp to ignore. Her breath hitched, terror rooting her in place as she pointed with a trembling hand.

When the friction was almost up and down, her hand quietly stroked the man's waist and picked up the saber on his waist This saber is made of nanomaterials. The moment a person's finger grips the handle, the scabbard will automatically fall off, revealing a sharp blade. However, only the owner of the saber can control the subtle deformation of the blade, Su Nian aimed the tip of the knife at her heart and pushed it inward for a few minutes. Seeing that the sharp tip was about to sink into her body, the man who had been motionless finally raised his hand.