Sinister Blade Novels & Stories

I hissed when bit my wrist and I threw the knife away. “Leave me, Nikola, or I’ll kill you,” She spat, picking up the knife as she set her target to my throat. "I'm no joking," The blade made contact with my skin. "Get up from me," She leaned closer in a laying position. I fumed vigorously. "I said up, Nikola," Her tone fell solemn.

he gasps out my name like that will grant him forgiveness for his crimes on both me and the children, but it only makes me madder, causing me to stuff the knife roughly into his side, then extract the knife with ease to prepare for the real strikes I intend on inflicting. He gasps out in shock from the blade entering his side, likely piercing his cecum. But he continues with that ugly, cry-for-forgiveness type shit. “I swear I’ll make it up to you and all of the kids, okay?! I-I won’t ever touch or talk to anyone like that ever aga- FUCK!!!” I twist my blade in between his legs, shifting it to the right, then to the left, then up, then down- basically, every fucking movement that I can think

“By the way, I saw your latest artwork. It was good but it would have been better if you didn’t do it in the public bathroom. There’s the congress and senate, Basti. “Had you fed in those places, I probably wouldn’t have a problem with it. I would even happily hand over some of the congressmen and the senators to you including your daddy dearest.” Blade’s eyes narrowed as he grabbed my neck and lifted me with just one hand. The more I try to free myself, the more his grip tightens. “But you failed to do that.” Steven and Leo tried attacking him but with just one look, the two dropped on the ground, screeching from pain.

Zitrey just glared at him and went inside. Matt, seeing how far the distance between them, but she easily closed it by split of seconds, then rubbing his neck and feeling the pain, he had thought, “She was still young, yet have extra-ordinary skills and killing intent. Doesn’t feel pain. Truly a masterpiece of the Dark Moon. A perfect killing machine, that’s why they don’t want to let her go. However, if she won’t go back, those geezer thought its just best to kill her before she will turn her back and come against them. Crimson Blade is the double blade that they raised, and might come to their head. The key to annihilate those bastards Dark Moon.”

she whispered, fear threading her voice. “You survived it,” I said, gripping the handle of my knife, feeling the familiar weight like an extension of my arm. “And then you make sure it never comes back.” Blade gave me a nod, a silent agreement. His gaze flicked to the shadows. “It’s not human. Not really. But it can bleed. And when it bleeds…” His eyes glinted. “…we make it count.” From the corner of my eye, I caught movement. A black blur, almost imperceptible, circling behind the trees. My heart hammered. The figure was patient, letting us think we had a moment’s reprieve. But that was all it was—an illusion.

Around him, his team worked in perfect synchrony, the rhythmic beeping of the monitors a constant reminder of the fragile life in their hands. Within minutes, he reached the sternum, the thick, protective bone that shielded the heart and lungs. “Sternal saw," he instructed, and the nurse promptly handed over the buzzing tool. The sharp whir of the rotating blade filled the operating room, slicing through the bone with mechanical efficiency. The sound was harsh, grating, a noise that could easily make an untrained observer uneasy, but in this setting, it was routine. No one flinched, no one hesitated. The team remained steadfast in their roles, each person focused on the intricate dance of sa

The chamber trembled as Elior steadied himself, the Veilblade pulsing in his grasp like a living entity. The whispers, once distant, now screamed inside his mind. His vision blurred, shadows creeping at the edges of his sight. Sienna’s hand on his arm grounded him, but the sword refused to let go. From the darkness, something stirred. A figure emerged—tattered robes, hollow eyes, a presence older than time. It did not walk; it glided, the air warping around it.

Each stab avoided my critical organs. I begged him to let me go, but he said, "Didn't you say you would always be with me, my darling?" I tried to flee when he went to the bathroom, but he caught me. He forced me to the balcony while brandishing his knife; I left a vivid trail of blood from the living room to the balcony. Underneath the moonlight, he stared at my right hand like a starved beast. Ultimately, he swung the blade at me, stabbing me in the heart. Then, he shoved me off the balcony of our apartment, which was on the 20th floor.

"So, if there's any grudge, settle it with them. Please don't involve us!" They desperately tried to distance themselves from Prospera Corporation. Before they could finish, Blade casually drew a dagger from his waist and slit an old man's throat. Blood gushed out as life fled his body. "Fuck it! I'm killing you old bastards! Do you think I didn't see what happened earlier? Bunch of turncoats! If Frederick and everyone else find you annoying, so do I!" Blade then declared impatiently, "If none of you have any connections with the company, you can all die!"

Axe's voice echoed with a deadly calmness, his grip on the blade tightening, "But show your face in front of me again, and I will make sure I push this blade further until it pops out on the other side of your backbone." At those words, Kaine's gaze wavered, a flicker of fear igniting in his eyes, and silence enveloped them, leaving no room for Kaine to mount a rebuttal. Slowly, cautiously, he began to back away, his gaze locked onto Axe's relentless stare. Each step he took was laced with dread, his body instinctively recoiling from the looming threat that Axe posed. And then, in an instant, Kaine turned on his heels and rushed off into the darkness. And immediately, his thugs sprawled on t