Novel & Cerita The Twist Of A Knife: A Novel

Sequel to 'Amidst Chaos' but can be read as a stand-alone also. Happy Reading! I watched the people around me having a good time as I kept chugging on drink after drink to drown my sorrows and pain. It was a little early to be drinking at a bar but I didn't give a shit. I could see people giving me weird stares at my attire. I mean, of course, it wasn't normal to see a guy dressed in a tux at a bar, drinking like a maniac, at this time of the day.

I said and look at Gani who gulped and look away. "He is not--" humming suddenly said but she didn't finish when I cut her off. "Shut up humming." I seriously demanded. "You misunderstood everything." she stubbornly whispered but I don't entertain her. "Gahala, maybe you just understand things in a wrong way." Calmly, Gani spoke. "How does it became a wrong way?" Katana answered for me. "It a way that she didn't witness everything." "Of course because she was had been attacked by those werewolves and her head was being slam to the rock so she passed out. How can she witness everything?" Katana faced Gani with her brows up.

He commented, ignoring my question. My eyes drifted to the kitchen, all I needed to do was just take three steps and I'll have my hands on that knife. He hadn't noticed yet, as he continued looking at me. Without thinking twice I made a beeline to the kitchen and grabbed the knife, I turned to find him already in front of me and I raised my hand attempting to stab in the shoulder, he grabbed my wrist in a tight grip and twisted it so painfully that the knife dropped on the floor, making a cranking sound.

Shannon POV I could feel my anger rising, my heart beating hard, my feet trembling, my head flaming and I gnashed my teeth. I could feel my anger rising so badly that I had to clutch my hands to control my rising anger. "I am the one that is worth this position, not her and I can't allow her to have it." I growled in my head. My twin sister, Sharon, was about to be crowned the ambassador of the Blue Moon pack. I had always craved this position but she just came from nowhere and snatched it away from me just like that.

I lunged, all my remaining fury fixed on the pathetic tip of the butter knife, sharp and pointed at the frosty heart I knew to be as stony as stone. He moved faster than considered. His hand flashed out, going around my wrist like steel. He just stopped me. His fingers seared on my wrist. He opened my fingers, turning and turning them slowly, agonizingly painful. The knife fell to the flagstones. He spun me round easily, penning me against the hard wall, his body a cage. The air left my lungs in a sharp gasp. "This?" he growled, the warmth of his breath burning my cheek. He nudged the fallen knife with his boot tip, but never looked away from me. "This was your grand weapon? A bread-knife us

Bad move. I twist around, madly slashing through flesh. He howls in pain,and hot blood sprays across my face. I taste the disgusting metallic tinge on my tongue. It tastes like victory. I spit out blood and scramble to my feet, completely off balance, gripping the edge of the countertop with one hand, the bloody knife in the other.

And not to mention how much blood I also lost. She said she couldn't kill me because of the mysterious man she was hiding. However, she is draining the life out of me. Since the first day, the knives she stabbed into my thighs have not been removed. I noticed that it was a Twisted Steel Scottish Dirk Knife. I read about it somewhere, but can't remember what its use is. As much as the witch fed me food and drink to regenerate the blood I had lost, I could not feel satisfied when I swallowed the meal. All I wanted to do was throw it all away because I felt sick to the core.

“These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.” Ethan took the dagger and thrusted it forward. Just stopping on penetrating Patsy’s stomach. Then twisting it before pulling it back. Patsy’s eyes got wide with fear before jumping back. “You will jag and twist before pulling it back out. We have all studied the human and wolf anatomy. You all know where the arteries are located. That is your target. Although, one jab to the stomach with a twist will s

Giving her no warning, I swing around with the bowl in hand. Her anticipation of my move ruins the outcome. She grasps my wrist that holds the bowl in her free hand as I grip her wrist that holds the knife. I refuse to be beaten by a girl, by a human girl nonetheless. I kick her knee forcefully, resulting in her losing her grip for a second from her own pain, which gives me the leverage to twist the knife out of her hand. I don’t come away undamaged, though. She fights me tooth and nail, resulting in the blade pointing toward me as I twist out of her grip. In slow motion I watch the knife slice my upper arm, which starts to bleed immediately.

Everything twisted inside him. It wasn’t just fury—it was a sickness. A poison blooming in his veins, tightening his chest with every breath. His jaw clenched so hard he could feel it creak. The burn behind his eyes deepened. His vision pulsed. He grabbed Lowel’s wrist. Without a word, he lifted a knife and shoved it into Lowel’s hand, pinning it to the desk with a force that vibrated through the wood. A loud, agonizing wail ripped through Lowel’s throat, piercing the room like glass shattering.