Razor Blade Gravity Knife Novels & Stories

We didn't even inform our parents. Instead, we had a simple ceremony in our rented apartment. I wore a wedding gown and married the love of my life. However, he didn't pull out a ring from amidst the bouquet—he pulled out a sharp fruit knife. The blade slashed against my skin, making my blood flow. I heard him repeating, "Why is life so unfair to me? Why?" This was my wedding night, which I'd dreamed of countless times since childhood. I spent two hours of it lying in a pool of blood as Liam stabbed me over 160 times. Each stab avoided my critical organs.

"Playing at being something you're not." "Maybe," I said. His hand came from behind his back. Fast. A curved blade... short and hooked, the kind designed for close quarters, the kind that went for throats. He came at me with everything. All his weight and six years of violence behind it. The blade aimed straight for my neck. I couldn't dodge cleanly. The tube. The ribs. Twisting would collapse everything Aris had spent three days holding together. So I didn't dodge. I stepped into him.

To defense his quick attack, Hoshi swayed his double edges blade in ice pick grip. The double edges blade was design to enhance the tip of the knife. This bevel gives the blade an ability to pierce and break deeply into its subject. It's usually use for skinning animals; thus, isn't it the best weapon to beat a beast like HongYoonChoi's prime slayer.

"For ten million, deposited into an account of your choosing. The transaction is instantaneous." I didn't hesitate. I couldn't afford to. I grabbed the blade. It felt unnaturally heavy, as if it were forged from the gravity of a dying star. I didn't think about the pain; I thought about the freedom. I positioned the tip against the corner of my left eye. I took a ragged, shuddering breath, closed my eyes for a fraction of a second, and thrust the blade forward.

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!”

Vincenzo pulled out a white hand towel and cleaned up the blood on the knife before dropping it and picking up another one. My eyes widened a little as I saw the blade in his hands. Spyderco Matriarch. Vincenzo rarely used this blade on anyone because in his words 'he wouldn't waste his favorite blade on mere situations.' The blade was only ever seen when the boss was enraged. And I knew the moment was now. I could see that he was barely controlling his rage.

After taking the headache medicine, Grace took a special women's razor from the toolbox hanging near the medicine box. The razor consisted of four sharp blades, it was new (maybe Grace bought it three days ago). The razor is pink with Rubber teeth on the handle to make it easier for users to grip. Grace opened the safety of the knife blade, then washed it first with water from the sink faucet. She took shaving foam from her equipment box, and shook the can before pressing the top of the can. White, lemonade-scented foam rose in her palm. After lifting her left armpit, she rubbed the shaving foam on her armpit area, a cool and moist sensation spread over the skin of her armpit. Grace... Grace

Once the wound began to sizzled he pulled out his hand falling down to the bed. His knuckle white from clasping his fist together with great strength. The wound slowly knit itself back together till there was nothing but a thin line of red skin. Grey let out a sigh of relief as he pulled the gag out of his mouth. 'Tonight is not a complete failure' he thought holding up the bloody dagger. He stared at the fine Obsidian stone carved into a perfect knife with two smooth and sharp edges held by a red leather wrapped handle.

His eyes wandered to the pen knife that his brother was holding. “Is that the weapon you brought?” “Yes,” Zayn lowered his eyes to the thing in between his fingers and explained, “This pen knife was made out of silver and dipped in Growsbane. You should know that it is more than enough to take away your life if I desire it.”

“Aww, you think threatening me makes you a mighty giga chad, do you? I’ve been a member of the lawless underground society for more than ten years, and no one has ever dared wave a threat in my face! Are you happy that you’re the first? Now, come receive your reward!” Phantomknife unsheathed his snowy, shiny blades and pointed their tips at Javier. Cold glints bounced off their surface, making for a terrifying entrance, but little else happened, as Phantomknife never got to hit Javier with them. He felt a sharp pinch on his wrist and saw Javier’s silhouette get blurry. The next time his eyes focused, his shiny blades had changed hands. Javier was the one aiming the pointy bits at him now.