There She Was With The Blade In Her Hand นิยาย & เรื่องราว

A blade. She walks to the table, grabs the knife with one hand, and just stands there, staring at it like it’s the only thing that matters. "Anastasia," I start, stepping toward her. "What are you doing?" But she doesn’t answer. Before I can even reach her, she lifts the knife and plunges it deep into her arm. "Anastasia!" My eyes widen in horror as I rush to her side as she drags the blade down in one harsh, brutal move.

She screamed letting the knife clatter to the floor. Her eyes went wide as I snatched it up. "No—" she gasped. The blade slid between her ribs like they were butter. Her mouth opened in a perfect 'O' of surprise. "This wasn't..." Blood bubbled on her lips. "Supposed to happen..." I leaned close, twisting the knife deeper. "You forget who you're dealing with." She clawed at my shirt, legs buckling. "Please—" she wheezed. I twisted again. "Where. Is. My. Wife?"

I screamed, my back arching off the floor as agony ripped through my body. She crouched again, her hand curling around my chin and forcing me to look at her. “You scream so beautifully,” she whispered. “But not as loud as you will.” She let go and took something from her pocket. A small blade—thin, sharp, elegant. “I was hoping he’d let me have my own fun,” she said, inspecting the knife. “And tonight… he finally did.” She dragged the blade slowly across my forearm—not deep, but deliberate.

She didn't know how much longer she could control it. Valkyrie grunted as she landed roughly on the ground. "How dare you!?" She rose again. "You will pay for this!" Just then her eyes caught a small object on the floor, a little far from her. A malicious grin spread across her face as she leaned forward and picked up the object—a small, wickedly sharp blade. She held it up, a cruel glint in her eyes. "Wow! Look!" She showed it to Sheera. "We have a blade! And it's Rune Scythe blade!" She laughed.

"And you are fighting tomorrow. So you will learn it right now." She reached down to her boot. Her hand came up holding a small, wicked-looking hunting knife. The blade was dark steel, sharpened to a razor edge. I took a step back. "What are you doing with that?" "Give me your arm," she demanded. I shook my head. "No." Yvara stepped forward, grabbed my wrist with her free hand, and yanked my arm toward her. Her grip was like an iron vice. I tried to pull away, but she held me completely still. She pressed the blade against the inside of my forearm.

She looks up at me as I come in. “So you’re his new fuck toy.” As she rises to her feet, a renewed sense of dread grips my chest. She moves like a snake, her eyes narrow and filled with hate. “You think you can just come in here and steal him from me? Well, you’ve got another think coming, bitch.” I back away, but my legs are barely working, and when I see the blade in her hand, fear grips me with such force that I want to throw up. She brandishes it – a butterfly knife, spinning it in her hand like a child’s toy, each click sending a jolt of dread up my spine. She shakes her head as she advances on me.

he looked pissed “It’s a long story” she said then touched his head and he fell down. “Shit” she uttered as she remembered she wasn’t with any knife, she thought for a while then searched him and found a razor blade in his breast pocket, she slit his throat with it then collected the blood with his helmet, did as she was told then called “Lucifer? Where are you?” she looked around but no one came “Lucifer!” still no answer, she looked at the blood to see if she did it correctly which she did

There they are! I leave my mate for few seconds to get the blades. “Mom!” She briefly turns to me and catches the sword I throw her. She can only use one, since her left hand is badly injured. With swift moves, she slashes the blade through fucker’s throat when he charges at her then whirls around to plunge the sword into his heart.

Shaking her head, she clicked her tongue while carefully pulling two of her blades from her first slaughter. "These morons" She grimly mumbled while waiting for the woman with Abby to give her a convenient angle for her aim. A smile carved her lips when she didn't wait long. Gracefully, she flicked her hands and two wheezing blades darted in the air in two different directions. Cristy froze when the frightening sound of death passed near her ear before digging at the back of the woman she was trying to subdue. The other blade went directly straight into the woman's chest, deeply piercing her heart.

She called and rushed towards him before he wrapped her hand around him, My eyes burned and my left hand grabbed the kitchen knife close to me, What the hell was she doing here? What does she want?!