Sheath And Knife Comic Novels & Stories

However, Sheldon stopped him. "Give me the bag!" Sheldon barked. "Do you want to die? If not, hurry up and get lost!" As the thief said that, he pulled a sharp knife from his pocket. It gleamed eerily when the light shone on it. However, Sheldon wasn't the least bit afraid. Instead, he seemed determined. "I said, give it back to me!" "Fuck!" In a rage, the thief plunged the knife at him. Sheldon agilely dodged his attack, but he still suffered a slash to his palm later on when he grabbed the bag.

he screamed when the long haired guy charged on him with a sharp blade. He graved a deep cut on Zane's left collar bone whilst enjoying how he struggled. He sat on his torso with the knife moving deeper toward his heart. The tip of the weapon was a bit away from piercing through his chest when Zane freed himself from the guys holding him, and threw the bad guy away.

A knife. He lunges at me, the blade aimed straight for my stomach. What the hell? First it was that ninja granny at the train station and now him going after my belly! I bring my knee up hard, connecting with his gut. The knife clatters to the ground as the thief doubles over, gasping for air.

As Zachariah pulls Henry’s heart out of his chest, Yasmine slides out the Gurkha Kukri knife that she had inherited from Henry after that very first encounter with him. As Zachariah digs his claws in and pulls Henry’s heart all the way out of his chest Yasmine uses the Gurkha Kukri knife cutting in the same place, she had slashed her claws and as Zachariah lands on his feet and steps back and Henry slowly falls to his knees.

He looked at Sheera and shoved the tear-soaked fingers into her mouth. "How do your tears taste?" He asked, rolling his thumb over her trembling bottom lip. "You should get accustomed to it, for you will be shedding a lot more of them." Sheera gulped down the salty taste of her tears, her mind reeling from the terrible things he'd do to her. Keegan slowly withdrew the dagger from her abdomen, eliciting a sharp gasp from her lips. It was an ordinary dagger - Sheera realized. She'd heal up. As if sensing her thoughts, he tossed the dagger aside and withdrew his Wic'ca blade. Fresh terror filled her eyes.

I removed the knife as she gasped and boom, Dead! “Goodbye.”

Cori has always been tight-lipped about her private life and I would never invade that privacy. Sofia hands her a large knife in its sheath. “You got a problem with knives?” she asks. “It belongs to Dax and it’s very sharp.” “The knife will work if someone can help me secure it.” She lifts her bandaged hand. I step closer and place my hand on her arm. “I’m sorry about your brother.” This isn’t the time or place to get personal, but I had to tell her before I got back to business. “We’ll place the sheath on your left side for a cross draw. It’s easier to pull out that way. Keep it ready to hand me when it’s time to remove that bastard’s balls, will you?”

“You’ll share that I got one with an arrow, but not the scissors?” She laughed. Technically, she didn’t kill the man with the scissors, but it was still a fun story. “I might mention the shears too, but that’s not quite as intimidating,” he answered with a playful grin.

They didn't notice me at first, but as soon as I pounced on the big one, they were startled. I stabbed the pocket knife behind his back and twisted it around, causing him to groan in torment. All eyes were laid on me, and as soon as I pulled the knife out of his flesh, he stumbled on the ground and bled. A smirk crept across my face, as these two guys stared at me with a scowl on their faces. They braced their fists to attack and when they came after me, I took that chance to do a butterfly trick with my pocket knife and threw it solidly on his chest.

"You planned it all? Too bad your brain couldn't plan for this." Before he could blink, in one quick motion, the blade in the air left my fingers like a whisper of death. It sliced through the side of his cheek-clean, sharp, leaving a trail of blood like a red warning. He flinched, hands instinctively rising to his face before the knife embedded itself straight between the eyes of the guard behind him . The body dropped with a thud . The silence that followed was heavy. Deadly. I turned my back on him without fear. But Klaus's voice rang out immediately, sharp as gunfire.