Ritsu Knife Novels & Stories

“No, I just thought that-” “You’re good with knives aren’t you?” I cut him off. He chuckles, scratching the back of his head. “I worked with knives back in Japan so yeah, I’m pretty good with it.” A slow smirk curved my lips as I took a step closer to Haruki, who straightened instinctively under my scrutiny. “Good, you’ll be working under Mikhail’s clean up crew.” His eyed widened with disappointment while Sergei and the rest of the men looked like they were holding in a good laugh.

I declared. Kent’s attention was back on me. He lifted his hands. I saw one of his nails transform into a long, curved, sharp shape. He touched my cheeks with this nail. His touch left traces of heat as he trailed down to my neck. I swallowed because I realized I had forgotten to breathe and he moved along with the movements of my throat.

On Baruz's hip, the polished barrel of a short shotgun, obviously custom-made, gleamed. The smooth handle smoothly turned into a sharp spike. Neat hieroglyphs cut along the barrel, a pair of leather straps holding the weapon securely against his thigh. On the belt, in the scabbard, dangled a wooden stake, about thirty-five centimeters long, the Kol from above is enclosed in a kind of steel cage with pointed edges. The hilt is tightly wrapped with a tsuka-Ito (“hilt thread”), similar to the winding of Japanese swords, with a double overlap, the Guard smoothly protrudes from the hilt, forming a small rhombus, with concave sides and served more for beauty than protection.

He said before taking it back and standing up, "It's known as 'Cronus' Sickle', and it's a powerful weapon, if a bit unpredictable." "I can see why you chose it then, can you show me?" I asked and he flipped the coin in the air, and when it came back down, sure enough, the split scythe landed in his hand. "If anything, this weapon chose me, in a way. When Jameson, Damien, and I went to visit Sisto at her weapon shop, I picked up a gun that was chambered for .600 Nitro Express and was content to leave it at that; But as I was looking around I saw this scythe on the wall, and it turns out that it has some serious history behind it," He said before tossing it back into the air, and catching it

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Over the dark clothes, the brunette wore a blue sleeveless vest with gold plaques, as well as a scarlet bandage-belt on his hips, also decorated with the sign of Kitoriya, to which was attached a long sword in a carved black and blue sheath. "Night Raven" was a gift for her pet. The sword was forged by one of the best craftsmen in Norfwold, who served the Hunters. The blade was a unique alloy of metals that allowed it to easily cut ordinary steel. In contrast to the bright blue hilt sparkling with sapphires, the blade of the sword looked discreet and had a matte, dull black sheen. Kitoria smiled and extended her hand to the vampire, which he took in his palms, pressing a passionate kiss to t

he muttered. Dhruv’s eyes cracked open, terror flooding them as he saw Raj. “Malhotra…” he rasped, his voice a broken plea.“Raj… please…” he croaked. Raj didn’t even blink. “Toolbox.” The scarred man handed him a sleek metal case. Raj set it down on the table and opened it slowly—Inside, blades and tools gleamed—each one a promise of pain. He selected a small, curved knife,a small hammer. All clean. All waiting.

I don't know what I was expecting from him, but he takes a small step back and brings the knife up between us, saying. "This knife is known as the 'GURKHA KUKRI CURVED WARRIOR KNIFE', it is made out of silver covered steel making it a very effective weapon for taking our heads off and as the only way to kill a Lycan werewolf is to separate his head from the rest of him it is a good weapon for you to have, at least until...." He only murmured the last part so I didn't really catch all that he said. "So that is how and why that man got back up after I had cut his throat," I murmur to myself, not expecting him to answer, but he does.

Asks dad, as he comes over wrapping his arms around mum, but keeping his eyes intently on me. Inside the box at sixteen inches long, is the most exquisite pair of sai I have ever seen, nestled among black velvet. I carefully reach in and pull out one of the sai, holding it ever so delicately as I scan over every inch of it. The three-pronged weapon is made entirely of gold, the moto – the centre point of the sai – has a garnet gemstone embedded on either side and has a black agate gemstone embedded in the tsukagashira – the butt end of the handle. The tsuka – or handle – is carved to look like dozens of tiny snakes wrapped around it, all winding up towards the side prongs which have been des

Her obsidian-rimmed eyes were fixed on Takashi Masamune, who stood perfectly still before the entrance to the inner sanctum, his long naginata held loosely in his right hand, his crimson eyes watching her movements with the clinical focus of an executioner. She didn't run; she shifted. The silver runic lines on her knuckles flared with a blinding, white radiation as she ceased to exist at the edge of the forest and appeared ten feet from the First Regent, her two silver blades already coming downward in a dual, vertical cross-strike that carried the integrated frequency of the three European Hearts. Takashi didn't try to parry the strike with his steel blade. He reached into his indigo sash