Skimming Blade Set Novels & Stories

I rasped, shoving Carter’s massive hands away from my shoulder pads. "Jeremiah, stay down." Talia slid onto her knees beside me, a medical jump bag swinging from her shoulder. "You hit the boards at thirty miles an hour. Let me check your neck." "I’m fine." Gritting my teeth, I forced myself onto one knee. Looking down, the problem glared back at me. The molded plastic chassis of my custom Bauer skate was completely intact. The steel blade itself was gone. It had sheared clean off, leaving a jagged, dangerous edge of metal flush against the plastic holder.

My blades are perfectly fine, Grim muttered, holding his leather pouch close to his chest like a child. They are garbage, Valerie snapped, reaching into her own tattered sleeve. She pulled out the surgical steel scalpel she had smuggled from the outer slum clinic. The silver metal glinted purely under the harsh overhead bulbs of the compound. I have my own. I need a hollow tube. A pen, a plastic casing, anything clean and rigid. Here, a large biker threw a hard plastic pen casing onto the metal tray next to her. I washed it in whiskey about an hour ago.

Or at least, they were lookalikes, because a similar looking set was thrown at my feet, in a not so gracious manner. I crouched lower to for closer inspection of the items, they looked more like silverware, only very much sharper and carried the insignia of the scorpions. It was no doubt their signature weapon and it had to have something special about it for them to offer me a pair. Probably laced with poison. I couldn't put anything past a sect that killed people for fun; plus the dude that brought it over was wearing leather gloves. Paranoia or not, there was no way I was going to wield their blade and leave my wellbeing to chance.

The speed of his swing also caused the previously wedged log on his axe to slip and ricochet off the pillar it hit behind. Ok, that might not be the best attempt, but now, Zen confirmed that ‘Bladeless’ worked on anything. In fact, the combo points did not appear to have a limit for the time being because Zen simply wasn’t skilled enough to test its limitations. For now, he looked over to the pile of firewood that required chopping. The axe might be dull, but it certainly was better at cutting wood than the wooden sword. Zen might be able to return the wooden sword to Ben without destroying it this time. His only concern was how long it would take for him to finish chopping all five hundred

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.

The blade passed harmlessly through, leaving nothing but rippling darkness in its wake. Kael didn’t stop. He pivoted instantly, dragging his blade back across the arc where the figure reformed. This time, he infused the strike with everything he had—speed, force, and a raw edge of fury that burned through his veins. The shadows recoiled. Not much. But enough. A faint ripple—like something real had been touched. “There you are,” Kael muttered. Behind him, Lira darted forward, her twin blades flashing as she slashed through the lingering tendrils. “So it can be hit,” she said, breath steady despite the tension. “That’s something.”

He was not able to find anything strange about the cutlery. Blayne peered over Sianna’s shoulder. He, too, arched his brow in curiosity. “Vance, did you find something?” “All knives in my home are either German or Japanese classic knives that are ordered in sets,” I informed them, “Surely you can see that there’s one that does not match the rest of the knives.” “Oh,” Sianna reached in to remove the knife but I quickly snatched her hand. Looking at her and shaking my head. Blayne and Duke suddenly realized the one that stood out.

Too small. I look at the other weapons, well, more like knives. We have kitchen knife, cleaver knife, carving knife, santoku knife, paring knife, then tomato knife, then a fork. not your normal fancy fork, No, a two way fork. Lastly, my personal favourite, chain saw machine, all coated with silver, than touched with silver sulfide.

“To create viable evidence.” “No,” I shake my head. This is a custom-made, one of a kind blade with only two others in circulation and he expects me to just leave it here? A two thousand one hundred dollar blade? No way, I would rather do time and snuggle it in. “I’m not leaving it here.” I tell him, “Use yours.” “Mine is a different make, Ale.” Alessio sighs. “How the hell did you even get that one?” I shrug, “I know a guy.”

Gasping with great surprise at the sight of the item which would be insulted if called a pair of scissors, Zara wore a wary look and asked, “What is that?” “Hair blades.” Clarissa held the tool in the air and made the large, enjoined blades snip the air. “They will cut a great deal of your hair without causing a fuss.” Zara’s face deepened with worry. Through the standing mirror, she studied the deep brownness of the blades and decided to call them scissors either way. “Those look dangerous. Are you certain my hair will be fine?” “Are you happy with the way it keeps growing?” Clarissa questioned the girl with a slight raise of her brow.