Sheath And Knife Comic Novels & Stories

“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.

His fingers brushed the handle, but before he could pull it open, a flash of silver whizzed through the air. A searing pain exploded through his palm as a knife embedded itself in his hand, pinning it to the drawer. Yohan screamed, the sound raw and guttural. He tried to free his hand, but the blade held fast, each movement sending fresh waves of agony through his arm. Keith stood up slowly, his movements deliberate and controlled. He stepped more into the light, revealing a cold, emotionless face. "Don't come near me!" Yohan shouted, he had pulled out a knife from his pocket with his free hand and pointed it at Keith who appeared unshaken by it, inside out.

God, help me! “Are you going to turn it back on anytime soon? Because I have to be ready, you know! I have to make sure I have enough fire power to snap back at you and enough cab money to get back home when I walk out on you.” Ryder stared at me for a while, and then he laughed, a real heartwarming laugh. “You’re amazing Astrid Jacobson! I guess now I understand how you got through my shield the first time around.” I raised a brow at him. Still waiting for his answer.

The man with brown hair said, with a thick Italian accent. "To bad its not going to happen." I said, shrugging. "We will kill you if we have too." The man with the blonde hair said. "You"re cute guys but I am getting bored and I have places to be." I said, laughing. The two guys looked unamused but I shrugged it off and threw my knife at the guy with brown hair, the knife hit his thigh. The man hunched down in pain, I quickly ran over to him and shoot him in the stomach placing him in front of me so I would have a shield from the blonde guys bullets.

The shirt was incredibly thin, and it would be pierced through with just a stab. As long as Gale applied just a bit of force, the knife would pierce forward, going through cloth and skin. "Hold it tighter. Please do it fast and accurately. Don't do it slowly. The pain would be even greater if you do," Shawn said. Gale did not look into his eyes but merely at the tip of his knife. Shawn was not avoiding it. Shawn had handed his life over to her completely.

It dropped like a sack of stones. The second, a heavyset man, was slower. She ducked under its grasping arms and plunged the knife into its temple. The third came at her from the side. She pivoted, using its own momentum to slam it into a metal shelving unit filled with trowels and shears. The crash was deafening. As it stumbled, she ended it with a swift, brutal stab to the back of the skull.

Crewcut smirked as he whipped out a huge scimitar and swung it at Caleb, launching a horrific shockwave! Caleb did the same, swinging the Dharmic Cutter vertically! World Burial Sword, First Style—Death Snap! Boom! The terrible shockwave that ensued rocked the world around them, crushing everything into dust! Shunk! That was when a silver spear thrusted straight at Crewcut's back, stabbing him from behind! His eyes widened in disbelief as he gasped, "You're an executor… but you stabbed me in the back?!" Boom! Tia's only response was a blast from her spear tip, vaporizing Crewcut's insides and killing him on the spot!

He returned the knife without revealing that secret. I didn’t know why he was talking about the knife. Maybe to divert the conversation that made me uncomfortable. “Hm. I think you deserve a reward for taking good care of this knife,” Ryder said. “A sheath.” “This knife already has a sheath, Ryder.” “But not like this one.” From his shirt pocket, Ryder pulled out a leather knife sheath. Old leather, well cared for, full of the marks of hands and time. He slid Scott’s knife into it and handed it back.