Solo Leveling Knives Novels & Stories

I think instead of the enemy, I will hit one of my allies. I looked at the sword but thinking of holding it scared the hell of me. My eyes landed on the throwing knives. It is made of a single piece of steel without a handle unlike other knives. I held it and it fit perfectly into my hands. I smile when I think of something. Elon said that I should pick a weapon because Master Aeneas will teach me first with a weapon that I will be comfortable in using. I saw a string and I don't know if it will work but I decided to do it any way. There is no harm in trying not unless you know that it wont work. I tie the strings to the throwing knives. I am thinking that if I throw it, how can I get it ba

The workshop resonated with the rhythmic clinks of metal, as Elliot poured his heart and soul into his craft. As the days turned into weeks, Elliot's workshop transformed into a sanctuary of blades. Knives of various shapes and sizes adorned the walls, a testament to his unwavering dedication. The gleaming steel reflected his commitment to the pack's defense, ensuring that each member would be equipped with a weapon tailored to their individual needs.

I moaned. “I won’t keep you” He opened his laptop and turned it to face me “I just want your help in choosing a nice knife for Charlotte”. “I had no idea they sold such girly looking knives” I laughed. “I like the black one with the diamonds” “I agree” I told him “Are they decent knifes though? She needs one that will do damage, not look pretty” “Yeah man, this is the place I buy all my knives from. I emailed my contact telling him I needed a decent knife for an important lady. I told him it needed to be able to gut a human, but also look pretty”

I closed the cupboard doors and moved on to the second cupboard. A large, second cupboard had a pair of leather gloves over the handle. Pulling open the doors, I found a selection of knives of various shapes and sizes. They all looked well-maintained. Wondering how sharp they were, I reached out and touched the smallest one, only to slice my finger. I immediately shoved it into my mouth. Fran would no doubt heal me immediately. But after a few seconds, my finger still stung. “What the hell, Fran?” “I can’t heal it. The knife has to be made of silver.” My jaw dropped when I figured all the shiny blades must be made of pure silver. That’s why there are leather gloves on the door. They are to p

It was a special type of silver knife that had the first side looking so smooth, like a sword, and the second side like a rough wave of the sea. I was shocked at the details. I looked deeper at the side, and I saw a name engraved on it. I read it out immediately. “Moon blade!” I read out, and he smiled at me. “Yes, that is yours!” He said, and I looked down at it again. It was lights, but every shape, and I am sure it can't bend or cut on time. “It was done by the finest craftsman. I have them bury it in chams and locks. It kills every beast with just a strike, and I have it dipped in the holy water. So you are good to go!” He said it, and I was shocked.

“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.

she muttered under her breath. “You left it in the trap, didn’t you?” Vega’s voice cut through the moment, sharp and accusing. “Crap!” Hennia smacked her forehead in frustration, her shoulders slumping. “We can’t use another knife! The Blade of Septem is the only one that works!”

Then I grabbed my sheath for my waist and inserted my seven inch parkerized blade. “Holy Moon Goddess! You look like you are going to war.” Rory squealed. I laughed at her energy. I look over at Aiden who is looking at me with some emotion I cannot name. The last thing I grab is my Kukri Machete. It’s eight inches long and completely black. There is only a thin silver lining along the edge. It’s great for combat, but I am going to slice through some of the targets. “Okay, I’m ready.”

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.