Razor Blade Gravity Knife Novels & Stories

I stepped into the circle. The geas flared, cold fire lancing up my arm from the brand, but I had learned to ride it, to channel through the pain, to make the Council's leash into my own whip. My blade was obsidian, a weapon of edges and absence, the kind that drank light and returned shadow. It felt right in my hand, the weight of something that had no allegiance to any narrative but my own.

She's been all over the place so she knows. After getting a not so thin not thick rope she crossed it out. The next thing she needs is a blade and she went to a specific store. She bought a Titan Heavy duty razor blade with a .020 inch thickness. After getting it she went out of that shop and crossed it on the list. For the next one, she doesn't need to enter a store for this. She went her way to walk towards that direction, to that quiet place. She marked it on her map. On her way there she took two big rocks and put it inside her bag. Now her backpack is heavier than before. The next part of the plan is to get there before the sun could set.

I pressed against her back and moved her hand to one of my favorite blades. “This is a Poshland RAM-21. The spiral blade is painful because of the spiral wound it creates and definitely makes it much bloodier. They struggle to heal, and if they do somehow manage to heal, they will be left with serious damage from the muscles and nerves,” I said softly into her ear. Brynn tilted her head, carefully running her thumb along the dull part of the blade. She grabbed it and placed it on the table beside us. Then I moved her hand to another one. There was something incredibly hot about this right here, and I was certain that she could feel my rising lust just like I was feeling hers.

Especially now, as she wasn't currently working at the hospital. She reached out to touch the matte-finished blade. It was a set of surgical tools, precious because of their unique blades. The blades were as thin as a cicada's wings, yet incredibly hard and stable. They were razor-sharp, so much so that it was said a cut from these blades wouldn't be felt for the first few seconds due to their sharpness. Wayne had certainly chosen well, knowing her interests. But she couldn't accept such an expensive gift without feeling she had earned it.

161 Zara's POV "Oh god, Zara! I'm scared for you." My fake sobs came to a halt as I heard an equally jarring fake gasp on the call. "How big is the knife? Is it a katana? Or a machete?" The mockery in those words pierced my ego like the tip of an obsidian blade. When I say obsidian blade, I remember reading once that it is the sharpest blade in the world. One can only imagine how deep the tip wounded my ego.

i cursed under my breath. The next thing I saw was one of the blade flying towards me with a chain attached to its handle.Then time slowed to a snails pace. While the blade was flying towards me at slow motion i took some seconds to acess the blade.The blade was pure black in colour and it had uneven edges with the middle part of the blade having some indiscernible inscriptions sparkling orange color sparks.The chains on the handle of the blade seem to be connected to his wrist like Spiderman's web.And i don't know how he did that.I side stepped the blade only to find the other flying towards where i was.It was at this point that i knew that it wasn't just some child's play.This guy was real

He stays put. Greg hands me the box, practically vibrating with anticipation. The knives are nestled in velvet, gleaming in the firelight. Of course, he went all out. I lift one, testing its weight. The balance is exquisite, better suited to my hands than the heavy Academy blades clearly designed for men. They practically hum against my palms, familiar and deadly. I step into position, six meters out. I could go further, but for this kind of precision, I want control. My breath steadies, the blade cool against my fingers. One flip, then another, testing the feel. Then I throw.

However, Creed had a hunch that could only be confirmed after an actual battle. Also, he decided to have a one-on-one spar with her today, hoping to brush up his own knife skills. Creed also drew a circle on the ground and grabbed a digital knife. The streams of nostalgic memories of his spars with Jake kept hitting him like one after the other. Soon enough, they both jumped inside the circle and with just a single tap, the holographic blades jumped out of the carbon fiber hilts. The blades in the digital knives could replicate several blade sizes. The user just needed to pick a type and push the button. Moreover, these digital knives could also replicate the structure and even weight of the