Sheath And Knife Comic Novels & Stories

“As for what I owe the Eternity Pack—if you think thirty-plus years of devotion isn’t enough, then take my life.” I picked up a fruit knife from the bedside table and handed it to Shawn. “You do it, or I do it?” I had made up my mind—I had to leave the Eternity Pack! “Madman!” Shawn reached out to snatch the knife. I dodged nimbly. “Then I’ll do it myself!” As I spoke, I stabbed toward my own chest. Shawn lunged to stop me, knocking the blade off course. The fruit knife only sank into my shoulder.

She throws the diamond inside her backpack and rushed towards them, slitting their throats with the sword, and being good at fencing was a big advantage to her. She pierced her sword inside the stomach of one of the posion ivies and her arrow to the other, both groans in pain, and falls flat on the floor dead. She gave another a smackdown and began punching his face. Another man from the posion ivies was about shooting her with a gun, but a flying knife stucked inside his throat, and he falls to the floor, dead. Fallon looks at where the knife flew from and sees Kent waving at her smiling, showing forth his sexy deep dimples.

Shey shouted. "Fine," Haris exerted strength to release Shey's grip from his jacket. "Say goodbye!" Unexpectedly, Haris pulled out a dagger from his empty hand. Shey's back was turned, and now the knife was hovering in front of her face. In a matter of seconds, the blade would descend and pierce her abdomen. Shey couldn't dodge because Haris's hands had also locked onto her. Shey closed her eyes, waiting for her stomach to be torn apart.

The only sound you could hear was the shootout that was happening outside. Vincent chuckles which turns into a full on laugh. I stepped back and watched him as he laughed. Raphaël appears besides me, he lets out a sigh then pulls out the knife from his thigh, grips his bald head stabs him in both eyes then silences his scream when he slits his throat, blood squirts out of his flesh as it also stains the side of Raphaël's face. Raphaël lets go of Vincent's head and wipes the fresh blood off his face. Leaving a large smudge but it was the least of his worries.

Unsheathing a thin, slightly curved knife from my pocket I held it by my side and waited for the right moment to use it. I was presented with that opportunity when I saw an opening, and I used it. Using my heightened abilities, I intercepted her halfway watching her eyes go wide with shock and a bit of resignation when she saw the blade...come down slowly, cutting her open. I dragged the knife through her entire stomach, digging it in so she felt the pain. Sheila's hands go slack against the wood and she drops it immediately, her hands going to clutch at the wound on her stomach, trying to staunch the flow of blood.

They are also both armed with wolfsbane filled dart guns, and 2 silver knives each. Ansel is wearing black cargo shorts, and a black tee shirt. He is armed with a set of silver throwing knifes, and a gun that shoots either deadmans blood or witches brew, depending on which one he loads into it. I am wearing knee high boots, loaded with throwing knives. A black skirt that is hiding 2 sets of throwing stars. A white tee shirt under my black leather jacket, which holds two small guns, one loaded with deadmans blood, the other with wolfsbane.

They think they’re safe. I draw two throwing knives from the holster strapped to my thigh. My breathing slows, chest still. One heartbeat. Two. I flick my wrist. Both blades slice through the dim light. One slams into a throat, the other into a chest. The sound is wet, and immediate. One stumbles backward, gagging, clawing at his neck. The other collapses forward, clutching the hilt buried deep in his sternum. I stride forward, finish the one still gasping with a swift twist of steel, and drag both bodies into the shadows.

She was audacious to not take Uncle Matteo’s threat seriously. “Huh- you’re right. It is foolish for me to think punching a random guy will work.” he said but he didnt step away from the guy, instead he moved his hands to the waist band of his trousers and pulled out a knife covered in a leather shaff. “Well then, i’ll just have fun. Its been a while since i carved anyone.”

He laughed again with the others. Kate hated him so much, she had never been humiliated and ridiculed like that before. Her heart gladdened a little as she caught sight of a sharp pocket knife. She was sure that with the position of Vulture above her, if she gets hold of the knife which was within arms length from her, she would get his throat and in very few seconds, the proud, arrogant, and strong Vulture will be dead.

These twisted creatures are well past the point of no return, and it's time to pass judgment. As Griffin tries to stop a large Shifter from leaping at me, I let loose a swarm of arrows that mostly hit their targets. After several falls, Griffin turns and looks at me. "That never gets old." He laughs energetically. "What?" "Watching you throw an invisible spear and knock stuff over with it." He smiles at me, then turns to the next enemy. He pulls a small pocket knife from his pants and jumps on the nearest Shifter.