Sharp Objects Novels & Stories

All types of specially made knives were displayed and arranged perfectly before him, from fixation Bowies, authentic katanas, bolos, Gerber, and. Ah, this one. He slowly raised his glinting Obsidian knives. The thinnest blades one could ever find were three nanometres wide at the edge – 10 times sharper than a razor blade. These were made by flaking a long, thin sliver from a core of the volcanic glass. This was perfect! "Prepare him." He instructed without turning his head, knowing his men will know what to do. He critically examined each piece to make sure it will work on the flesh like butter.

Kendrick’s POV Five years later… “Please calm down, I will handle this as soon as possible,” I rapped, tugging my hair with my phone placed against my ear. At the moment, I was speaking with one of our foreign investors who had just made a call based on the rumors flying around. Our cosmetics products had been tagged fake by a customer, and now we were facing a public backlash. “It’s been three weeks already, yet you haven't done a thing.” Mr. Hyde replied.

All he could do now was sit and wait for Kirou to finish the assembly. Like that, another ten minutes passed. When Kirou's hands finally stopped moving, assembled on the table were two unique shaped bladed weapons. If any martial art fanatic from the real world was present, they would recognize that the assembled weapons looked similar to single bladed tonfas. The difference was that barrel holding the blades was a bit wider and more reinforced.

A stunning work of artistry, meticulously crafted from the darkest obsidian. “May I?” I ask as I gesture towards it. “Of course.” “Thanks,” I say as I pick it up to examine it closely. Its blade is as sharp as the bite of a winter frost, tapering gracefully to a fine point. Each edge is polished to a mirror like finish, reflecting the face on its surface with a pristine clarity.

Keever was still in tow, Froster now had his hand on the man’s back as he pushed him forward. “Ambush!” A private warned. The square reformed as javelins and axes were thrown from the mass nearby reeds and bushes. The piercing whistle of a spear nearing its target could be heard, it was only from the corner of her eye but she sensed it before it could land. The spear was tipped with a glowing yellow crystal shard that breaks through the arcane shield upon impact. Drawing a sword with her left, she deflects the javelin with ease. “Damnation” Froster curses, returning fire before he restores the shattered arcane shield above their heads.

Justice would be served. Alexei's hand moved at lightning speed as he rolled a star-shaped weapon between his fingers. The shuriken must have been made of silver because the bloodsucker was wearing leather gloves, protecting himself from direct physical contact with the dangerous metal. With a fierce determination, he flung it at me. I dodged the attack with ease, my body bending and twisting like a serpent. Undeterred, Alexei hurled another shuriken at me, the sharp edges glinting in the sunlight. This time, my reactions were not fast enough, and I could not evade it completely. The shuriken grazed my bicep, drawing a line of blood that trickled down my arm. I hissed due to the burning pain

Infront of me , on my lap , five throwing knives lay on the rough material being held in place by little rubber bands attached to the fabric . My eyes lit up when I seen the colour . They were turquoise. A big smile instantly appeared on my face as I admired the knives , that each one , slowly got smaller as my eyes ran across them . I touched the edge of the knife , getting a little paper cut . The knives were really sharp , and I could see symbol on the knives . It was an Ace symbol . It was small and simplistic but I really liked it.

Whoosh! Eight men wearing the same black outfit attacked from all directions simultaneously with longswords in their hands. The blades of their swords were unbelievably sharp. All of them cleaved downward, right toward Harvey's head, and all of them were attacking using techniques that demanded them to trade their lives with their targets. It was obvious that they were not holding anything back against Harvey!

(Narration) In the dimly lit confines of what resembled a blacksmith's workshop, a man hunched over a workbench, methodically sharpening a gleaming knife. The rhythmic scrape of metal against metal filled the air, creating an eerie harmony with the occasional sparks that danced from the blade. As the knife's edge honed to a dangerous precision, the man paused, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. The workshop was a labyrinth of tools and machinery, shadows playing across the rugged surfaces like specters of the past.

cleaving the horde at his front was like a child play to him even though he won't use the full extent of his skill the sharpness of this sword was great and with its black edge and small holes in the middle that designs for its great appearance A teen appeared from the back of the zombies and every time it appears ahead of zombies were sent flying. The man was Jestino using his 2 new daggers his firepower went to another league; the dagger named dark and shadow that emphasizes the skills of him, its design was almost like a cris knife but with a wider body and each of the dagger have a different distinction Another teen can be seen on the side of the large sword user. He was wearing an armgu