Sharp Objects Novels & Stories

she says with a bubbly smile. With a look of curiosity, Amelia unwraps the pouch to reveal two very unique weapons. I’ve seen these weapons before back at Invictus but haven’t seen them in action. They have black hilts, a long blade in the middle and two smaller pronged blades on each side. Amelia’s face currently looks like how mine did the first time Chris took me to a candy store. “No way! You got me a pair of sai!” She exclaims enthusiastically. Yildiz chuckles, “I knew you’d like them. They’re forged from iron, so you’ll find them very effective.”

I remembered Shelby’s voice, sharp and unwavering. “You’ll need discipline, Doc. If you don’t clean your tools, you won’t stay in control.” His words echoed in my mind as I ran the rag along the serrated edges, ensuring every trace of carnage was scrubbed away. Then there was the small, cruel-looking saw. It had seen recent work—sharp, relentless, unyielding—and I felt a flicker of respect for its ruthless efficiency. I cleaned it with a meticulous patience, knowing that without discipline, it could turn against me.

I walk over to the lockers and open in revealing different types of blades. Drop-Point Blade, ,Gut Hook, Sheepsfoot Blade, Clip-point blade the list goes on. My lips curl into a satisfaction smirk as my fingers brushed over the sharp metal. My eyes stopped when the kukri blades caught my eye. The blade was customized black as it had a 90 degree curve, suitable to dig someone's guts out. I took some of the blades and walked over to the beginning level wall, where you practice your aim. I throw the blade and it pierces through the wooden wall as it hit the center. I closed my eyes and let out a breath as I replaced the wooden wall with him standing in the center. I threw the blade and it lande

The sharp, polished blade caught the dim flashlight beam, glinting dangerously in the shadows. Before I could even scream or pull my hand away, she brought the weapon crashing down with a brutal, heavy force. The razor-sharp steel sliced cleanly through the center of my palm, driving deep into the soft flesh and pinning my hand flat against the ancient wood of the table like she was driving a nail into a wooden board.

Waking up with a dagger pointed at your throat is just as terrifying as one would think. When I felt the cold metal pressed against my neck, my eyes immediately opened to see the glint of the dagger in the moonlight. I froze, unsure of what to do. My eyes adjusted quickly and I was able to make out the person whose hand was holding the weapon. Barret Schneider. My eyes widened as he slowly put one a finger over his lips as a gesture for me not to speak. I felt my heart began to beat quickly and I tried my hardest to

“This is perfectly safe” A few nervous laughs followed, shallow and unsure. “The swords have been equipped with non-lethal composite tips,” she explained, motioning toward the rounded, dark ends—elegant, polished, deceptively harmless. “They won’t draw real blood… just bruised egos…and…reveal who deserves to wear a crown next to the goddess Inanna..” She smiled and my fists clenched more. “Each blade is pressure-sensitive. One clean hit is all it takes to register a strike.” She continued with a light tone.

These rifles were more than mere tools; they were a blend of artistry and functionality. Simon stopped beside a display of knives, their blades gleaming under the warehouse lights. Drake's eyes were drawn to the array of shapes and sizes—daggers, combat knives, and tactical blades. Each one seemed to possess a distinct personality, a weapon of choice for various situations. The knives were sharp, their edges reflecting the harsh realities they were meant to face. "Precision and skill," Simon murmured, his voice carrying a sense of respect for these deadly instruments. Drake's fingers brushed against the handle of a knife, feeling the weight and balance. The blade's edge was razor-sharp, a te

It resembled a drawn sword that discarded all defenses and exuded an unparalleled sharpness, sweeping all before it. Instantly, a killing intent permeated the air.

“Good to hear. We will leave tomorrow morning.” Everyone filed out of the conference room except for Chris. He stayed behind, looking at the swords Jackson had created. Chris had admired the fact that Jackson had crafted everything, including the blade. The blade was only sharp on one side, unlike the rest of the swords in the bunker. Each of the blades had a small notch on the front side of the blade to lock it into place when attached.

[Your new title; The General of the Demon Army and the accumulated reward points from your previous quests had greatly influenced the reward selection, you have received the SSS-tier item, Solomon's Ring and S-tier material, Shamir Blade] I looked at the status of the items and was evidently surprised at the turn of events. [Shamir Blade - S-Tier] The World's Sharpest Blade smithed from the infamous Shamir Stone Passive Skill: Eternal Sharpness Active Skill: Mutilation, capable of performing consecutive critical cuts that won't falter upon succession, the amount of cuts produced in a minute will rely on the user's agility. [Notice: This blade is highly sharp, it is duly advised for the mater