Sharp Objects Novels & Stories

"Sophie, are you even listening?" "Yes! Of course." A hell of a bloody no; his biceps and broad shoulders were more interesting, though. How would it feel if I ran my hands downward? Would he moan? Sage smirked. "I want you to remember that perhaps the most diverse and exotic types of swords are the Asian swords, which include straight, double-edged Chinese longswords (Jian) and single-edged Chinese sabers (Dao), as well as a myriad of other exotic weapons favored by martial artists the world over. See this?" Sage held the sword like it was his other hand, expertly and effortlessly. Impressive, though. He's been explaining it since forever, which bored her to death, yet all Sophie remembered

I would never hurt my own kind unless threatened. Stralath nodded. Bobby stepped towards the wide window. "I need space, so I don't hurt anyone. Observe. And please don't kill me." "Don't waste our time." Stralath waved a hand. Bobby pulled up his sleeve and extended his right arm. A long bony blade shot from his wrist, and everyone stiffened. "This is our barbed spike. It's a little different from the barbed creatures on this planet—ours is made of a stronger material and can cut through most prey or enemies."

His available tools were: [Small Tempered crystal ax] Attack +1 Defense +1 [Small Tempered crystal Pickaxe] Attack +1 Defense +1 [Small Tempered crystal knife] Attack +2 [Small Tempered Crystal scissors] Attack +1 [Tempered Crystal ax] Attack +5 Defense +2 Agility +1

The white-haired and white-browed young man had unsheathed his long sword. It was a strange long sword that was as clear as jade. One flank of the sword was the cutting edge, and the other flank was a sharp sawteeth-shaped edge. The blade was long and narrow, and it looked like a beam of silver light when it shook. Every time it shook, a beam of light shot out from it like a fierce tiger coming out of a box. Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

We just passed the 12 weeks mark. “Rissa and Gabe will help you practice and get used to it.” I just nodded and pulled the knife from its sheath. It was beautiful in its own deadly way. I didn’t know shit about knives, but I was sure you can kill pretty easily with a blade like this. “The blade is a high density silver alloy, so don’t cut yourself,” Gabriel chimed in. “I won’t.” I gave him an offended look as I put the blade back and closed the box on it.

I asked as I suddenly felt nervous "Don't worry, you work hurt me" "How do you know that? I might do it accidentally, and isn't it better to work with a blunt knife or something not so sharp, cause I don't think this is a good idea?" " It's better to start with a sharp knife, I have folded you, you have great potential, and starting off the gun with what you would face in light of an attack is better than using something blunt, and you won't hurt me because I am too quick for you to catch," he said

“Choose something.” The way he said it—flat, steady, made a chill run through me. This wasn’t just training. This was a test. A trial? I stepped toward the rack. Blades of every shape glinted in the moonlight. Staffs, batons, short swords, crescent hooks, twin daggers; weapons forged for speed, precision, or brutality. But one caught my eye— A dual-ended spear, light enough for speed but heavy enough to anchor momentum. It felt right in my hands.

I opened it. Six daggers lay inside, arranged in two rows. They weren't ceremonial weapons. There was no gilding on them, nor any ostentatious gemstones. They were forged from pitch-black shadow-steel that didn't reflect light, and their blades were ground so thin and sharp that they could slice through the air with a single touch. Their hilts were wrapped in roughened leather so they wouldn't slip, even in blood-soaked hands. "Exactly as I asked?" I questioned, twirling one between two fingers. Its balance was perfect.

Like something else had taken over my body. My hand moved to the blades, touching them. I ran my thumb slowly down the cold, sharp edges of the metal, feeling the teeth of the steel. Subconsciously, I was looking for the one with the sharpest point. The one that could cut through flesh without getting stuck. I picked the last one. I paused, feeling it. My fingers locked around the thick carving knife. The handle was black, the blade long and perfectly straight.

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.