Ritsu Knife Novels & Stories

“Good to hear. We will leave tomorrow morning.” Everyone filed out of the conference room except for Chris. He stayed behind, looking at the swords Jackson had created. Chris had admired the fact that Jackson had crafted everything, including the blade. The blade was only sharp on one side, unlike the rest of the swords in the bunker. Each of the blades had a small notch on the front side of the blade to lock it into place when attached.

Fighting throngs of them in human form is Thor's specialty. Before I abandon the car, I open the glove compartment and bring out the serrated edge karambit knife I took from Uncle Knox's workshop. The karambit is a perfect knife for silent killing. It can slice deep into flesh with ease and the curved and serrated edges on the silver blade make it a deadly and dangerous weapon that can hook and snag at sensitive organs like the intestine, making the person suffer a slow and painful death.

He put it back immediately, it felt too comfortable. The second roll contained a set of crocodile shears, a lead sprinkler, and a tongue tearer. James swallowed and felt nausea overtake him. The third roll contained a single knife with a razor-sharp blade. It was beautifully engraved. The name came to him, Ling Chi, or better known as the knife used for the thousand cuts torture technique. Dave groaned and James turned around, he would not be caught unawares again. The fourth roll remained unopened on the table. James entered the cell and looked at Dave. Dave seemed confused and was looking around.

Ryu could tell that I wasn’t lying as he had smelt and heard my words and could see that I wasn’t lying. Jimmy didn’t act scared; rather, he acted all nonchalant. He didn’t move a single finger; neither did he fight back or attack Ryu with words. “You reek of Moon Hound blood.” Ryu broke the silence. I staggered back, my eyes narrowed as his claws emerged from his fingers. Unlike the rest, his claws were sharper, stronger, and sword-like. According to the maids during one of their gossip evenings, Ryu had cut down 2 dozen trees with just a wave of his hands. If the rumors were true, then he’d easily cut through Jimmy’s skull. I have to save ….

She hadn't slept the whole night after all. "Do you want me to show you back to your room?" Suddenly Rita panicked remembering she didn't take a knife from the kitchen. She had been so distracted with Kwan and his skills. She looked at the food knife on the table. It wasn't sharp but it would do for now she thought or she can just use her wolf self to defend herself she was a Luna after all what the worse that can happen! "Yes." She said as he stood up to take her back to the room.

I hissed in pain as the metallic stench of my own blood mingled with his, the blade having sliced through both my leather arm brace and the skin. I cursed under my breath and finished the rogue off swiftly. The knife clattered to the ground beside his now-limp hand, revealing a strangely beautiful silver hilt with a ruby embedded in it. Oddly ornate for a rogue—likely stolen. I took the knife and slipped it into the sheath at my hip.

I stare at it, seeking to find whether this is a trick. “Do it,” he dares, icy blue eyes studying me. With quivering fingers, I take the knife, clutching it tightly. This is Marek’s personal one, the handle carved with Azure Province dialect and foreign patterns. It’s well worn, used only moments earlier to kill those men. I weigh it in my palm, watching carefully as Marek tucks his hands behind his back, waiting for my move. He expects me to cower, to turn back on my threat.

He raised his two hands up, showing some form of surrender, but I knew better, I wasn't stupid to take his lack of weapon for his surrender or weakness. He cocked his head sideways grinning like an idiot which I know he isn't. “What will you do dear Lora. Fillet me like salmon.” “I'm serious” “So am I.” He gave me a cocky smile that twisted my stomach. And continued. “That knife is Henckels. Eight inch chef’s knife. Sharp enough to cut through bone if you knew what you were doing.” He took one more step closer and my breath hitched, it felt like I was slowly closing the lid to my own coffin.

said Lord Yong to Si-ri, breaking away from the mesmerising sight before him. Si-ri stepped forward, taking a knife in his hands and sat under the tree close to its roots. Si-ri looked at the dagger intently, squinting at the glint of light that blinded her momentarily. She clutched the blade furiously into her palm and didn't even notice the blood that soon covered her hand in no time. Si-ri's attention was on scrutinizing the tree as she dredged it with her blood.

She didn't want to have to explain Somito dropping her off to both of them. "Especially not Nomo Sofia was about to open it when Somito called out, “Hang on.” She glanced over in time to see him reach into the pocket of his jacket, draw out what appeared to be a knife secured in a leather holster. “I want you to take this,” he said. Sofia took the knife and unclipped the holster. Sofia slid the leather holster off, revealing a short sword with a length of about four inches, and blue lines running down its side, resembling those on Somito’s tattoos.