Sasuke Knife Novels & Stories

“I’ve never seen a knife that thin before.” He gave her a dark look before looking at the knife again. “You wouldn’t,” wrapping the knife in the hankie and shoving it into his pocket. “It’s a demon's fang. A knife made from demon’s fangs.” He wrapped his arm around her when he saw the surprised look on her face. “They do it to themselves, bringing more of a death blow to their prey.” He looked around for a moment, “It proves the theory that there was a territory war. But who is fighting who?”

Hello, Future Generations. My name is Saber. I’m the current Queen-to-be of the Fox Skulk (Foxes have Skulks like wolves have packs). I understand if this is a new concept to you or if you think that this book you have found can’t be real. I mean, Fox Skulk? Fox Shifters? Magic? If you’re a normal human living your mundane life, I’m sorry, but I’m about to blow the lid off everything you know.

And Morgana was once again thankful to have her mates by her side, she couldn't imagine what the Alpha was going through right now. Takaokami held out both hands, and she watched in silence as an object began to appear, gasping softly as it slowly solidified. In her mate's hands were two blood-red katana, the blades looked lethal to touch and the Ito wraps(material around the handles) were made with a shimmery black leather that looked suspiciously like dragon scales. The saya (Sheath) that held the double katana rippled with white pearl-like designs, and as she peered closer Morgana realized those designs were actually her mate's scales embedded in the saya itself.

He sees a Wolf standing in the ashes. He nods. A slow, grim acknowledgement of what we have become. He turns back to Nikos. He reaches to his belt. He doesn't draw his gun. He draws his knife. The combat knife. The one with the serrated edge. The one he used to cut the chain. The one he used to cut the throat of the Reaper patrol leader. The blade gleams in the shaft of light falling from the roof. Nikos sees the knife. His eyes go wide. The charm evaporates. The begging stops.

It moved fast and I knew that Sushi couldn't catch up to that so I quickly took the small sword that Stefano gave me and I moved quickly as I met it and created a sharp noise when I cut the bat that immediately dropped on the ground. Both demons are slowly turning into black ashes as a sign of their complete death, not having a chance of revival. Sushi looked at me, he didn't seem to expect me to know how to use a sword. I didn't mention to them that I somehow knew something, not just the big swords.

He heads back to the table picking up two knives different to his prior selection for their blades are pitch black in colour whilst their handles are of hardwood. "These here are called obsidian knives. These are made by peeling a long, thin sliver from the core of the volcanic glass. Sharpest knife of all." He explains as he gets himself into position at a distance from the target board. "Watch carefully, little one." Eyes closed taking a deep breath he begins to move with elegance. An elegance that catches me off guard for even as I female had none like his. Hands held above his head spine bending backwards he slowly twists his body whilst his wrists rotate the knives captured in his palms

"Meat Cleaver, which has a very good mechanical structure. It can be modified, making it easy to carry. It is a combat weapon, made by a unique craftsman. It is rare to see, and costs 25 Nars." There sure is a huge difference in pricing between weapons with divine blessings and those without. No one answered her, and no one seems to be interested or they have that big amount. The woman sighed and sat down. I took a deep sigh, I should better speak up so it can end sooner. The earlier we finish the lower the risk of being exposed. I stood up and looked around. "I want to Shirayuki Akatsuki's notebooks." I used the well known name of senior, and instead of diary I said notebook. Because I was

It was when Kazuo looked at the man carefully that he realized it was his enemy, Ryosuke, who stood in front of him at this time, not other people! “You are…” “It’s me!” Ryosuke lifted his long robe, showed his katana, and instantly drew it out. Kazuo was not a normal person. He immediately responded, and both of them fought. The young man had the advantage. Not to mention that Ryosuke’s knife skill was the top in the ninja world of the East Ocean. Besides, Kazuo felt guilty conscience, so he lost after they fought using a few methods. His arm was cut, and he was in extreme pain.

Mona hesitated for a second, then gripped it carefully. "Okay... don't judge me." "I would never," he said calmly. She made the first cut. Slow. Uneven. She squinted slightly. "...I can already feel it," she complained. The chef chuckled again. "Breathe through your mouth," he suggested. She tried. It helped... a little. "This is stressful," she muttered, making another awkward slice. From the hallway, Kane's voice murmured low as he spoke on the phone, his tone controlled, distant.

My favorite. Slim blade, bone handle worn smooth from my grip. It spun through my fingers while Massimo kept talking. "The Vaspra Order needs their queen, Saoirse," he pressed, voice dropping heavy. "They need you back." The knife stopped spinning. My eyes locked on his face in the center photo, those dark eyes staring back, mocking. I hurled the dagger. It flew true, thunking straight into the forehead of his image, pinning it deeper into the cork. It was time. Right? This is already a call. One way, one time that I've been waiting for…but did I think it'll be this sooner? No.