Sheath And Knife Comic Novels & Stories

With her eyes locked on his, she failed to see what he was doing with his hands until it was too late. Pierce reached into the sheath at his waist and quickly withdrew a long serrated knife with a decorative handle. Confused, Kit’s forehead crinkled as she considered what he may be doing. She felt hands pulling her back but didn’t move of her own accord until after Pierce had made his move. With all of his strength, he plunged the knife through layers of gown, chemise, stay, flesh, and bone. Kit screamed, covering her mouth with both hands as Eli and Cassius dodged around her, both tackling Pierce to the floor. The princess fell backward into Jate’s arms as Landon and Reeve moved around the

“How dare all of you slander the Justicars! Slander our laws, our lives! And all because you can’t accept them! Well, now you’re gonna learn the price of slander.” She drew her straight blade from the sheath on her back, which rang out with a SHING. It was far longer than any beltknife that Miko had ever seen. So long, in fact, that it seemed to be almost as tall as she was.

“We can all have a good time. There is no need for hostilities.” I reached behind my back and pulled out the silver knife that was always strapped with me. “She has a knife guys,” one of the men commented sarcastically. “Let’s turn and run away before she kills us with it.” His companions chortled heartily. The first man reached out to knock the knife from my hand but I dodged it easily, slashing and cutting him across his arm. “Stupid bitch!” The laughter died from their eyes as he bled profusely. “When we are done with you, I will use that knife to slit your throat and toss you in the river.”

My brown curls flew freely in the wind. "Sit down Cole." He said, patting the ground next to him. I sat down next to him. "What's this?" I asked. I look at Liam, another friend, and see that he grabs something out of his pocket. It's a knife. I felt immediate fear. "Umm, what's going on guys?" I asked. "Don't worry man, no one is killing you." Shawn explains. A wave of relief overcomes me. "It's you, who is going to be killing." He adds.

Perhaps revolted by my insults to his dead clan member or insulted by my casual treatment of the threat they pose, he attacks me, stabbing a knife in my face, aiming for my eye. I lean back, letting the knife pass inches in front of my nose, slicing through air. Casually, I catch his hand and snap the ulna, the elbow joint, and the humerus. It's like squeezing a twig. He's too surprised to react, or maybe I'm just moving too quickly. I send a casual punch aimed at his neck. His spine shatters, his head flopping to the side, dead eyes staring at me, his mouth opening in a scream that never left his lungs.

Forms blurred dance—draw, cut, sheath—bodies colliding controlled violence, each brush electric foreplay. Shoji rattled suddenly, splintering shadow-intrusion. Five figures burst ink-black—board rebels, faces twisted vendetta, tanto knives glinting malice under dojo lanterns. Leader snarled Japanese filth, blade arcing Kenji's throat. Time fractured slow-mo: his bokken snapped block, but flanking wolves lunged my blindside.

the boy said as soon as he got to me. I stopped pacing and watched him. He went down on his knees and reached behind him. When his hands came back up, he held out a small blue velvet sheath with both hands and raised it to me like he was presenting a sacrifice to the gods. My hands were still behind me as I watched the gift. The sheath had diamond-like objects around the tail that went around the material to the top. I could tell it was a knife and the sheath casing was beautiful. But I was sure of its content.

Jordan began to lose so much strength as he felt so weak and knew that it was just a matter of time before Sonia would be done with him. While he was about to give up, he saw a very small knife and capped it without Sonia noticing and so, when Sonia tried to grab a chunk of his hair, he pierced the knife into her stomach and she began to stagger and bleed. Jordan could not believe it, he finally had an edge over her and so didn't waste time, he pinned her down and used the knife to slit her throat. Everyone in the pack erupted into a loud shout as their enemy had just been smittened. Jordan raised the small knife up and showed it to all of them as his sign of victory over their worst enemy.

She didn't want to have to explain Somito dropping her off to both of them. "Especially not Nomo Sofia was about to open it when Somito called out, “Hang on.” She glanced over in time to see him reach into the pocket of his jacket, draw out what appeared to be a knife secured in a leather holster. “I want you to take this,” he said. Sofia took the knife and unclipped the holster. Sofia slid the leather holster off, revealing a short sword with a length of about four inches, and blue lines running down its side, resembling those on Somito’s tattoos.

"Okay fine. A—uh, a few years ago I was screwing around in the armory with Jax. We were practicing with the different weapons and we found this really cool knife that was great for throwing. We were complete dumbasses that both thought we were hot shit and so we were trying to see who could throw it closest to the other without actually hitting them. "I accidentally nicked Jax' shoulder and then tried to run because he was pissed but he threw it directly into my calf—turns out he's really good with throwing knives. The knife turned out to have a cursed blade and so we both spent weeks in the infirmary after that little stunt while they tried to reverse the magic. "Unfortunately, it left a lo