Sheath And Knife Comic

I waited for Alex for over five years. I endured the whispers of the clan, the mocking gazes, the judgment from his family who never thought I was good enough. Still, I waited—because I loved him. I believed in him. I trusted that he would choose me in the end. But the truth shattered me. One evening, I saw his laptop left open. And on the screen—countless photos of Elsa. His childhood sweetheart. His first love. It felt like a knife twisting in my chest. While I was drowning in problems, silently begging for his support, he was smiling by her side. All those years I gave him... all that waiting… I got nothing. So I left. Broken. Exhausted. Done pretending I was okay. I traveled far from our pack, seeking solitude under the excuse of pack relocation. But the truth was, I was trying to stitch myself back together—one breath, one step, one bitter tear at a time.But now… he’s gone mad looking for me. Why, Alex? Why do you search for me now, after crushing me so completely? When I stood by you, you looked past me. Now that I’ve finally let go… Why do you care?

“I know you want me in jail, but I want you in my bed.” Every man and woman Ángel meets disappears. Their severed finger arrives first, like a pretty little Christmas gift, wrapped in silk and presented in box filled with silent promises from his stalker. Castle, Mafia heir. Executioner. Obsessed beyond reason. He doesn’t send threats. He sends bodies. Because no one touches what belongs to him. No one tastes what he’s claimed. And if they try? They bleed for it. At sixteen, Ángel Di Cristina lost everything. His father—an FBI agent—was closing in on the Mafia when a brutal massacre left his parents dead. But that night, one masked man went rogue. He killed his own allies, marked Ángel with a scar, and disappeared. For years, Ángel hunted him. And now, he’s closer than ever. But Castle doesn’t play by rules. He never had. What he wanted, he got. He bends Ángel, fills his whole life with the thought of him. He whispers filthy things against his throat while pressing a knife to his pulse. Run? Hide? Fight? Useless. Because Castillo doesn’t just want to own Ángel. He wants to ruin him. And the worst part? Ángel is ready to let him.

Someone had sprinkled some corrosive acid powder all over my wedding dress, the one worth over a hundred million. The moment I put it on, my flesh began to burn and dissolve. Blood and yellowish fluid pooled around me as a result. When I tried to call for an ambulance, someone’s mother held me down. She smiled cruelly and said, “You dare steal my daughter’s wedding dress? Go to hell!” However, my husband had ordered the dress from a top designer. It was one of a kind! I struggled with all my strength and shouted at her, “Do you know who I am? How dare you touch me?!” Her daughter, Yelena Stone, then grabbed a knife and stabbed me hard in my pregnant belly. She sneered and said, “You stole my man, but you have the audacity to yell at me? Fine. I’ll just spend a little more to end your worthless life.” My worthless life? I laughed. My hands were stained with blood as I called my brother, Hunter Sinclair, an elite in Jinvell’s social circles. “Hunter! Someone’s trying to kill me! And tell Jacob to get here now!”

* "I'm a fairy, the last of my kind. I'm not all rainbow wings and fairy dust. I am chaos and mayhem. Blood and death. I am here for revenge!" My mate holds me against the floor as she looks down at me defiantly. It's so cute! She even has a wee little knife to my throat as she yells at me. I can't help but get excited about how much fun this is going to be. "Fuck, that's hot baby doll." I say seriously as my dragon starts to purr for her.* The revolution began when a strong group of shifters known as 'The council' decided that magic wielders held too much power in this world. They have hunted and killed men, women and children alike, basking in their spot at the top of the food chain. They have no idea what is waiting in the shadows, hiding under their beds and ready to slit their throats. The resistance, led by one little dangerous fairy they call 'Slayer'. She is ready to lay down her life to bring back balance to the world and nothing will stand in her way. Not even the cinnamon roll dragon, broody vampire, smitten hellhound, loyal werewolf and cocky siren who all claim that she is their soulmate, and they won't take no for an answer.

My father loved silence. He believed noise was the mark of lesser people, so he installed a decibel meter in our home. Speaking above 40 decibels meant that we would have to pay him 10 dollars, laughing above 60 decibels meant 50 dollars, and crying or throwing a tantrum was a serious offense at 100 dollars per second. The year I turned four, I fell and broke my arm. I did not make a single sound. I bit down so hard that I cracked two teeth, but I saved thousands in noise fees. He praised me for it and called me a "high-value child," one that was worth the investment. I treasured that compliment and observed the rules carefully, keeping the house wrapped in suffocating silence. Then came the stormy night a thief broke in. He had a knife and was creeping toward my mother as she slept, and I watched it all from the gap in the wardrobe where I was hiding. I wanted to scream. I wanted to shriek and wake my father, to do something, anything. However, my eyes drifted to the decibel meter on the wall, and my hand found nothing but an empty pocket. I did not have enough allowance. One scream would cost hundreds, and I simply could not afford it.

I thought rejection was the worst pain a wolf could endure. I was wrong. The night Damon Calder left me marked but unclaimed, he shattered me. My body burned for him, my wolf howled for him—but he walked away without looking back. Now fate has decided to twist the knife deeper. My mother has married his father. Which makes the boy who broke me…the stepbrother who haunts me across the dinner table. The bond between us is half-finished, raw and vicious, clawing through my veins. Every brush of his hand, every stolen glance, every growled word drags me closer to the edge I swore I’d never cross again. But Damon isn’t just my ex-mate. He’s the outlaw Alpha’s son. Dangerous. Reckless. Marked by secrets that could burn us all alive. I should stay away. I should hate him for what he did. But when his storm-gray eyes lock on mine and his voice drops low enough for only me to hear— “Run to whoever you want, Lyric. Your wolf will crawl back to me.” I realize the truth. No matter how hard I fight it… I’m already his.

Grace Manninhattan is stuck in a long-distance marriage at her mother's wish.He is Mr.Charmond, a close friend of her mother for a long time.A very difficult marriage, because their marriage allowed Grace to see the figure of the man she called father.And avenge the pain she and her mother have felt since Grace was born.Grace anger when she finds out that Mr.Emeron,her father.Will take her to marry a man of greater wealth. She devised various ways for her father to die by her own hands.All of these plans never worked because of Mr.Charmond's concern for Grace so as not to make big trouble for her own father.Grace grew up as a stubborn teenager, never caring about everything Mr.Charmond said. Instead she took advantage of her husband wealth for her great desire to kill Mr. Emeron.When Grace was about to succeed in giving several knife stabs to her father chest, she had to fail when Mr.Charmond tried to protect Mr.Emeron from Grace dark eyes. The incident took place tragically, even big events belonging to billionaires immediately turned terrible.Mr.Charmond was unconscious and fell into a coma, Grace had to deal with the police because the attempted murder that she had done had failed.A tough situation made Mr.Charmond have to make a decision for Grace.Whether he should save or just let Grace in prison.

On my twentieth birthday, my father asked me to draw from a box of straws. It was to pick a husband between William Smith and Austin Smith to inherit North Town. The short straw represented Austin, while the long straw represented William. No matter how hard I tried, I could not get the long straw. However, I was certain that I did not want to marry Austin. I drew straws for three years, but it was to no avail. I had no choice but to tamper with the straws to marry William as I wished. However, ten years into our marriage, he was no longer gentle and kind. He had turned into a really cold person. He neither returned home nor touched me. Even when I threatened him with a knife, he refused to talk to me. Despite feeling hurt, I was unwilling to let him go. That was until I watched him kick away the only medicine I had for my asthma while I was writhing on the floor. “I was the one who switched out the straws. There was no long straw, yet you forced me to marry you. Mandy died from a broken heart, so you should pay with your life.” When I opened my eyes again, I was holding a short straw. I calmly said, “Since it’s the short one, I choose Austin.”

I swore vengeance long before I swore the law. The night my twin sister’s future was stolen, a promise was carved into my soul—to dismantle the empire of Alexander Stone, the ruthless leader of the Xander MC. Not with fists or bullets, but with patience, precision, and the law he thinks he’s untouchable from. Now I walk in his shadow. To him, I’m a sharp-tongued lawyer with a backbone of steel—the woman he thinks can shield him from justice. To me, he’s nothing but a target. Every word I speak, every smile I fake, every late-night meeting in smoke-filled rooms is just another thread in the trap I’m weaving around him. But vengeance has its own dangers. Somewhere in the blurred lines of loyalty and deception, I start to feel the pull of the very man I came to destroy. His voice lingers, his touch burns, and the closer I get to ending him, the closer I fall into something I can’t control. He doesn’t know my secret—yet. But when the mask falls, when he realizes the knife has been in my hands all along, it won’t just be a reckoning. It will be war. And in this war between justice and desire, I may lose more than my sister’s revenge… I may lose myself and I don't know if I'll destroy him... or if he'll destroy me first.

My Alpha and fated mate Dion took his first love to the Moonlight Forest to enjoy the moonlight and obtain the Moon Goddess's blessing on the day of the Moonlight Festival, a day that he could only spend with his mate. I didn't stop him, and instead prepared his luggage for him. Dion was very satisfied with my performance. "With a pup in your womb, you finally learned to behave. You finally look like a Luna." After they left, I immediately had an abortion. In my last life, I had put a silver knife on my belly to stop him from going on a date with his first love. He was forced to stay for his pup. However, his first love was ravaged before getting killed by other werewolves while on her way to the Moonlight Forest alone. Dion didn't pin the blame on me, as if nothing of the sort had happened. However, the moment I had my pup, he then skinned my pup in front of me. Only then did I understand how much hate he had inside of him. He tortured me, and I died in a horrific manner. When I opened my eyes once more, I had been reborn on the day he and his first love was supposed to go to the Moonlight Forest. I had another chance in life, and I secretly started to plot my revenge. He would pay for everything.