Sharp Objects Novels & Stories

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Nick says picking up the brittle looking cutters. He walked back to Nick and held them up. “These are not very sharp, but I think we can get them to work.” Nick takes them and tries to open the cutters. He barely got them loose and started to walk back to the truck for some wd-40. He sprayed the cutters and grabbed a knife sharpener. Once the cutters moved freely he started to sharpen the blades.

“Why are you telling me ‘don’t be sad’ all of a sudden?” “Well… because the conversation you started died off just like that. So…” Too sharp. This girl is too sharp. Is she a knife or something? “That’s rude. It’s a needle, at most.” “I think a needle’s even worse. You can cut, slice and stab with a knife, but now you are down to pierce only, which makes this even sharper— Hey! Now, this is really scary! Just how many is it reflecting on my face!?” “Umm… it’s all over on your whole body.”

Scarlett's excitement was slipping through her voice as she spoke. She took out a knife from the shelf and held it in front of Evelyn. "This is a bowie knife, very sharp and fancy. I've always liked this," Scarlett explained before giving it to the omega. Evelyn stared at the knife and slowly ran her fingers and on the blade, being conscious of not hurting herself. The blade was shiny and it was double-edged at the point. "Next up is a push dagger," A small blade with a 'T'-style handle was held in front of the omega.

I quickly got out of the car and stood in front of the shop. When I looked inside the shop since it was a transparent wall, it was filled with all kinds of metal objects. Sharp objects like knives, not ordinary, looked dangerous. I entered the place and saw a very handsome young man sharpening the metals with some else. I walked to him and placed my hand on the counter that was separating us from meeting. “I need a knife.” He looked down to see me since he was very tall. He stopped what he was doing and frowned. “Knife? Is it the one that is used in the kitchen or the one that is used to kill?”

The woman behind the counter grabbed them with a smile. “They are obsidian daggers infused with donated dragons’ blood. They have runes for protection and retrieval. Once they are twenty feet away from the sheaths and do not detect a pulse on the target, they return to their sheath within seconds. They just appear so no worry about getting cut as they come back to you. They also have self-cleaning and self-sharping runes in the sheaths,” she says as she dips one of them into a bowl of muck and grim before placing it into the sheath. She removes them and they are clean, even the hilt and leather around the handle.

The workshop resonated with the rhythmic clinks of metal, as Elliot poured his heart and soul into his craft. As the days turned into weeks, Elliot's workshop transformed into a sanctuary of blades. Knives of various shapes and sizes adorned the walls, a testament to his unwavering dedication. The gleaming steel reflected his commitment to the pack's defense, ensuring that each member would be equipped with a weapon tailored to their individual needs.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ NOTE : Shuriken and Kunai are traditional Japanese weapons that are thrown at an enemy or target, and are sometimes used to stab, cut, and kill clients. See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

Tessa’s POV/ Jessica’s POV “Jess!” Tyrone shouted a few feet back before he shifted into his giant white wolf. Tearing and clawing every rogue coming his way. He landed on his paws and looked at me with worry, but I simply smirked at him. “Worry much?” I arrogantly said before I pulled two scimitars from my back and went into a fighting stance without an ounce of panic. My scimitars were basically swords with curved blades, but they were customized. The sharp side of their blades was made of silver, and their end had an arrow-like point to penetrate the enemy.