Solo Leveling Knives Novels & Stories

It kisses the edge of my knife and it seems to be inextinguishable. “That’s good. Give it more.” I did and I watch the flame burst, but it didn’t explode and didn’t hurt me. I smile, liking how it looks on my knife. “We don’t have all day, missy! Attack with it now!” Klevon interrupts my thoughts. Focusing on him again, I prepare myself. I start slow and then I rush towards him, my knives poised in front of me. I make a couple of slashes and strikes at him, but like before, nothing gets through.

Cleavers, scimitars, and chef's knives, blades for boning, filleting, carving, slicing, and chopping. "Before we were criminals, the Zajacs had a family trade. What we learned, we passed down. I can butcher a hog in forty-two minutes." He lifts up a long, slender knife, touching the ball of his thumb to the blade. Without any pressure at all, the skin parts, and a bead of blood wells up against the steel. "What do you think I could do to you in an hour?" he muses, looking up and down my stretched-out frame. "Maybe you could explain what the fuck you want, for a start," I say. "This can't be about transit property."

They were cold against my palms, the weight grounding me. I moved to the weapons rack. A row of knives and blades. Batons lined the wall. My hand hovered, then settled on a serrated knife with a silver edge. The blade was long enough to cut through enhanced skin if it had to. I tested its balance. I flipped it in my hand. I felt the pull of gravity against it. Perfect.

"And Mendoza's standard arsenal, I'm guessing." Rick moved to her side and produced a key from a hidden compartment in the communications cabinet. The lock clicked open, revealing a compact but comprehensive collection of weapons, two handguns with extra magazines, a short-barreled shotgun, and various knives. "Iron blade," Rick noted, lifting a matte-black combat knife from its moulded slot. "Military grade, designed for anti-supernatural operations." Casie took it, testing the weight and balance. The handle fit her grip perfectly, and the blade absorbed rather than reflected the cabin's dim light. "This will help against the constructs."

Scarlett's excitement was slipping through her voice as she spoke. She took out a knife from the shelf and held it in front of Evelyn. "This is a bowie knife, very sharp and fancy. I've always liked this," Scarlett explained before giving it to the omega. Evelyn stared at the knife and slowly ran her fingers and on the blade, being conscious of not hurting herself. The blade was shiny and it was double-edged at the point. "Next up is a push dagger," A small blade with a 'T'-style handle was held in front of the omega.