Ritsu Knife Novels & Stories

I was starting to get my hunger for torture. It’d just been too long, that’s all. I’d forgotten the taste, and I went back to studying which weapon I wanted. I ran my finger down the length of the table, stopping at a lethal but compact knife. It had a selenite handle, which always made me smile about the irony of that type of crystal on a blade used for killing.

He just rolled his eyes like it really wasn't a big deal. When I was fully half-naked, I hugged myself, feeling the warmness of the room. It felt like we were slowly being roasted. Electricity travelled through me when I glanced at Fenris' firm chest. It looked so hard like a stone-cold. Our eyes met again and my body cells felt hotter. He grabbed the knife on the table and the silver handle shined through my eyes. It was a unique silver, glass-looking knife that I'd never seen before. "Now, Kira, I know this may look strange to you, but I need you to strike this knife to my heart."

The day before our wedding, my fiance, Brandon Foster, and his girl bestie pulled out their wedding certificate at the casino. Brandon shrugged as he said, "It's just a joke—we'll be divorced tomorrow, and everyone knows that Wanda and I are strictly platonic." Wanda Stiles, however, was smiling provokingly. "Come on—they say marriage is sacred, so you guys can quit gawking already and hand us our wedding presents!" Everyone around the table laughed, with someone saying, "Alright! I own a business in the West End, and you can have it for your wedding… if you beat me at the dice game. Table rules." I didn't argue and merely sat at the table, smiling faintly as I met Brandon's frown. "The

Ryu pulled out one of the knives from his trousers. "This will do," Ryu said, handing her a knife with a black handle. Kyoko accepted the knife, surprised to find the black grip warm instead of cold. And it was light—much lighter than a kitchen knife. "This is a suitable weapon for a beginner. Keep it. It's a gift," Ryu said as he tidied up and stood. "What a romantic gift," Kyoko said, standing beside him. "Eh? Well, it’s not exactly a romantic gift. If you want a romantic gift, I’ll get you something else." Ryu laughed as he walked to the temple door, sliding it open.

Then I grabbed my sheath for my waist and inserted my seven inch parkerized blade. “Holy Moon Goddess! You look like you are going to war.” Rory squealed. I laughed at her energy. I look over at Aiden who is looking at me with some emotion I cannot name. The last thing I grab is my Kukri Machete. It’s eight inches long and completely black. There is only a thin silver lining along the edge. It’s great for combat, but I am going to slice through some of the targets. “Okay, I’m ready.”

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.

Aleister wondered out loud, clearly impressed by the witch's armory. Ruby pressed a certain button on the wall and the shelf lined with knives separated like a sliding door presenting a variety of scythes. There was a scythe entirely made out of fishbone, there was an ill-proportioned one with a heart-shaped ruby and thorns, he saw another scythe where the blade is completely made out of ice making him wonder how it hadn't melted yet, one impressive scythe had a golden handle styled as a dragon and from its mouth protrudes a crimson metal. The weapon bore great power and he can feel it merely by looking at its blade. Aleister then noticed a black scythe that made shivers run up his spine. Th

Says Ritsu while holding a dagger. “And I’ve warned you many a times that trying to kill me or even attempting it is futile. Kill yourself if you want me to die.” “You’re psychotic that’s what you are… That’s what you’ll ever be.” He says as his dagger turns into a cigarette and the domain closes returning them to the real world. “So you’re stopping at an arm this time?” says Seirei as his arm regrows like an illusion disappearing. “Tch.” Yasuhiro clicks his tongue and picks up the used cigarette from the ground to throw it away.

At the same time, he pulled out two black shurikens. The shuriken was one of the most commonly used weapons by Japanese ninjas. This weapon was about fifteen centimeters in length with symmetrical blades on both sides and a short grip that looked like a dagger.

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~”