Razor Blade Gravity Knife Novels & Stories

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.

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

Haakon lowered the blade Shaky, pointing, lawn. Ragnar saw that the weapon looked strange and complex. A serrated blade was used for the edge, and the blade itself appeared to have a complex mechanism. "Well, dear." said the sergeants. It may be used. You are armed and I am not.

And highly illegal. The smudge elongated. Solidifying into a thin, wiry frame clad in matte-black fiber. The assassin didn't make a sound. He didn't even have a scent. He held a jagged sliver of obsidian—a Null-blade, designed to bypass Barzil-armor and sever the spinal cord of a sleeping target. He reached for the door handle. The fool. He was risking execution to kill a girl who wasn't even there. I moved. I didn't roar. I didn't announce my presence. I simply detached myself from the wall and became the crushing weight of the world.

It was a long, very sharp razor that he adored. The omega reached out her trembling hand and grasped it between her fingers. Wouldn't it be easier if she just disappeared? The pain would no longer be in his chest. You wouldn't have to think about your destined partner when you loved someone else. He would no longer have to think about anything. He gently opened the knife, pulling the long, silver blade out of its sheath. He swallowed hard. It was so beautiful. The edge looked so thin that you would hardly feel it when it sliced ​​through your skin.

These rifles were more than mere tools; they were a blend of artistry and functionality. Simon stopped beside a display of knives, their blades gleaming under the warehouse lights. Drake's eyes were drawn to the array of shapes and sizes—daggers, combat knives, and tactical blades. Each one seemed to possess a distinct personality, a weapon of choice for various situations. The knives were sharp, their edges reflecting the harsh realities they were meant to face. "Precision and skill," Simon murmured, his voice carrying a sense of respect for these deadly instruments. Drake's fingers brushed against the handle of a knife, feeling the weight and balance. The blade's edge was razor-sharp, a te

“It has to be silver!” “Noted,” Zero bit out, firing again. This time, the creature flinched, a sizzling sound erupting from the wound. “Seems they don’t like it up close either!” He was already moving, a blur of motion as he drew a blade from his vest—a blade I now saw was etched with faint, glowing runes. The world erupted into chaos.