Six Blade Knife Lyrics Novels & Stories

We just passed the 12 weeks mark. “Rissa and Gabe will help you practice and get used to it.” I just nodded and pulled the knife from its sheath. It was beautiful in its own deadly way. I didn’t know shit about knives, but I was sure you can kill pretty easily with a blade like this. “The blade is a high density silver alloy, so don’t cut yourself,” Gabriel chimed in. “I won’t.” I gave him an offended look as I put the blade back and closed the box on it.

I drew the twin blades from the scabbard, the sharp edges glinting under the dim streetlight and the glow of the moon. My voice mixed with my wolf commanding and roaring. My posture was strong and powerful. Within seconds the soldiers were cut down. They didn’t stand a chance. Each one met the bite of my blades and each one fell to their death. The next four advanced and they too met their end then the next and so on. Until all sixteen men stood no more. The sound of more soldiers running toward my location rang in my ears. When they reached the street they paused in formation, their eyes cast toward their fellow fallen men.

The confidence I needed to know I could do this. I gripped the knife within my shaking hand. Tighter than before. “I am sorry. I was scared.” I lie to Blake, as I move to look at him, and with a sudden and swift movement of my arm I slash his neck deeply with the knife I had earlier stolen from the kitchens. One used to prepare the meat. One sharp enough to slice easily through flesh and bone. And it had done exactly that.

The moment she heard the commotion, she stood up. Without a proper examination, she glanced at me and declared, "I'm an OB-GYN! We have to perform an emergency C-section immediately, or the baby could suffocate!" With no disinfection or sterilization, she took a paring knife and sliced open my belly. Blood gushed out, drenching everything around me. Even though my eyes were closed and my body was unresponsive, I was fully conscious—I felt every bit of the pain. I felt her hands digging around inside my abdomen. I wanted to scream, but no sound came out.

“That’s why I’m called The Shiv.” “B-betrayer? Traitor?” he sputtered, “Don Vyon, I do not know what you’re talking about!” I nodded patiently. “Don’t worry. There’s more than enough time to make you understand.” I leaned away and walked over to the table where an array of knives, different types and sizes, were on display, my eyes scanning for the perfect tool for the night. For the sleazy traitor. My eyes finally settled on a twelve-inch blade with a silver blade, and the corner of my lips turned up in a half, sinister smile.

As the faint sound of me slicing through the bone and his screams of anguish intertwine, blood begins to spurt from his wound. It's like a beautiful symphony being composed by me. The finger falls to the ground with a gentle thud, and I twist my foot as I step on it, crushing it. "You savage mother fucker!" He cries out, as I wipe the bloodstained blade on his shirt.

Her signature was ensuring that every man she killed was without a dick and some of these men knew but not all of them. “You enjoy playing with men,” Fusion said with a cold glare. Cleo stared back colder and said, “I love knives. I like to experiment with whatever is between a bad man’s thighs.” “Whoever you are to the Blades, though this one looks like Caddaric,” Fusion lifted his chin in Cal two’s direction and continued, “I hope you watch your backs since many eyes are watching you.”

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"Are you serious going against me, my little shifter? Look at you! Your tiny arms and luscious legs. They are no match for me. You are digging your own grave. Worst, you take some stupid wolf to die with you.” I smirked. "You know what's funny?" I suddenly asked. "It's because these tiny arms and legs are willing to sacrifice themselves to kill you! I'm not afraid to die, Blade. I will give justice to Pops and those you torment all your life. I will be your executioner.”

, he whispered maniacally. "This is a long way from over though, I'll be back and trust me, it will take more than your nosy neighbors to stop me from getting my hands on you bitch", he threatened angrily, giving the door one final shove before walking away. In a short while, the engines of their respective vehicles revved as they drove away. Jane sank to the floor, letting both knives fall from her hands as she hit the ground. She was living her worst nightmare, she was alone in all this with a young child to take care of, and from the look of things, there was no end in sight.