Sasuke Knife Novels & Stories

“Hmmm…. This is pretty strong.” He took out a penknife from his pocket and said, “This has a thinner blade. It will leave a different scar.” Then he foraged through the kitchen and found a broad knife. Placing it beside the others he said, “This will leave a deeper wound.” Sia’s heart started beating faster and sweat beaded on her forehead as she saw him calmly gather more tools. When she was doing this herself she didn’t feel scared but something about his calm demeanor gave her chills.

Good. I look to Cassandria and hold my hand out to her, and she nods her head at me. She takes out her wakizashi. The shorter of the two Katanas she has. I take it in my hand and feel the handle and the weight of the blade. It is so light. Blades have always been my thing. I prefer them to the gun.

Two blades in a sheath. John even got goosebumps, and his hands reached for the blades themselves. His blades! Flawless, perfectly balanced, made of a special alloy, the secret of which only the Coven knew. Jon took out each of the blades and ran his hand over them lovingly, as if they were the most precious thing in his life. The blades were somewhat reminiscent of a Japanese sword - a katana, but slightly different from it. The same narrow and ideal, but still with their own secret, which no one is supposed to know about, except for the Hunter himself.

Samehada (Naruto) Among the seven swords on this list, perhaps Samehada is the sword you are most familiar with and you don't need to go into detail about its origins. Samehada or literally means "shark skin" is the main sword of Kisame, Itachi's partner in Akatsuki. This abnormally shaped sword was passed down from generation to generation since the first Mizukage Era. Kisame himself is not the rightful owner of this sword, but Samehada (as a soul sword) judges the ninja worthy of swinging it.

Such a wussy, can't believe Simran slept with this coward. “You are Black Heart.” the girl muttered. I didn't reply to her. My focus was on my prey. “Stanley. A few years ago, you violated my soulmate. You committed a sin against me and against God. I have come as a punishment unto you. If you had not committed this great sin, I would not have come to you. But rejoice oh sinful one, for today you shall make atonement for your great sin.” I said to him as I took a dagger from my suit pocket. The S dagger was invented in 2003 by the Americans. It's also known as the Butterfly knife.

He was not able to find anything strange about the cutlery. Blayne peered over Sianna’s shoulder. He, too, arched his brow in curiosity. “Vance, did you find something?” “All knives in my home are either German or Japanese classic knives that are ordered in sets,” I informed them, “Surely you can see that there’s one that does not match the rest of the knives.” “Oh,” Sianna reached in to remove the knife but I quickly snatched her hand. Looking at her and shaking my head. Blayne and Duke suddenly realized the one that stood out.

I can't use it to make her let go of me. I tapped her hands that was covering my mouth. She got so much stronger because of our trainings lately. "Stop playing around," Cool scolded before he arranged the things they brought in to the room. Sassy finally let go of me and gave me a warning glare but I just laughed it off and walked towards Cool to help him instead. "What are these?" I asked while scanning the thing they brought, it was like a small knife but it wasn't actually sharp. "This is a samad. It works like how a sword or knife does, but it can only take effect with Fantasians." He explained.

Tsunade snickered like that was what she was waiting for, she stretched her head sideways and took out a knife from the sleeve of her gown, slowly then up closer to her mouth and whispered a spell on it. The knife also later blazed red like the moon up in the sky, Kazuma was down there glaring at what was going on, following each her move with his sight when suddenly she hoisted the knife up clasping it with two hands and pointed it beneath, at Kazuma's chest before driving it inside him deeper into his flesh.

he spat. "Where is Luke?" I brought the blade close to his neck. Even though I was not applying much force to it his neck began bleeding because of how sharp it was. My Katana was crafted by a legendary blacksmith on a Japanese mountain and it was made with the finest metals and materials. It was so sharp that it could decapitate someone easily with just a swing of an arm. "I don't have any dealing with that bastard." He said through closed teeth. I scanned him and he was telling the truth. And with the way things looked, Luke for sure was not here.

A maker’s hush lived in its weight. Lisa’s body lay under a tent, soft blue light soaking the ground as a camera traced bullet trajectories. Three shots, tight cluster. Subsonic. Small-calibre, heavy grain—holes too clean for a 9mm. .300 Blackout, maybe. Or a suppressed .45 with match loads. The tech called out measurements in a voice that pretended it wasn’t measuring a friend. At the wall where Don had fallen, Jack knelt. The cut was a single thrust angled upward, severing carotids and voice. Knife discipline that belonged to special operations—no flash, no second attempt. Just ending.