Toga Knives Novels & Stories

Fighting throngs of them in human form is Thor's specialty. Before I abandon the car, I open the glove compartment and bring out the serrated edge karambit knife I took from Uncle Knox's workshop. The karambit is a perfect knife for silent killing. It can slice deep into flesh with ease and the curved and serrated edges on the silver blade make it a deadly and dangerous weapon that can hook and snag at sensitive organs like the intestine, making the person suffer a slow and painful death.

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.

She stalked over and picked up a rusty but wicked-looking scythe. Lizzy’s neck felt clammy, and she stepped back. You’re in Wyoming. Not in Lagos. Not now. Never again. Lizzy stared at a familiar-looking weapon. Charlie followed her gaze. “This is a machete. It’s actually an East African panga. I ordered it online.” “Why?” Lizzy said in horror.

And Morgana was once again thankful to have her mates by her side, she couldn't imagine what the Alpha was going through right now. Takaokami held out both hands, and she watched in silence as an object began to appear, gasping softly as it slowly solidified. In her mate's hands were two blood-red katana, the blades looked lethal to touch and the Ito wraps(material around the handles) were made with a shimmery black leather that looked suspiciously like dragon scales. The saya (Sheath) that held the double katana rippled with white pearl-like designs, and as she peered closer Morgana realized those designs were actually her mate's scales embedded in the saya itself.

“Oh, yes, I was about to introduce you to Lolita!” “What?” I asked, confused. What is he talking about? He took a wooden box from his bag. He opened the package and took out a razor-sharp knife. It was a striking steel knife with an image of a panther’s head. The walnut handle has a sterling silver panther head with gemstone embellishments on top. My eyes grew wide. I’ve seen this knife before. It was my father’s knife that was lost. He used it to make me kill Finn. “H-how did you get this?” I shouted. Visions of my father tormenting me flashed before my eyes.

Cain pulled the knife from the sheath and held it up to observe it. The blade glinted in early morning sunlight that drifted through the windows. Cain placed the knife on the ground and slid it over me. It stopped just shy of my foot and I leaned down to pick it up. Examining it, I knew it was definitely a military-grade knife. "It's an Ari B'Lilah," Cain said. "It's an extreme use combat knife with the toughest and strongest penetrating point possible and one of the finest tactical combat weapons made in the world today—-specifically for the world's most elite counterterrorism unit, the Israeli YAMAN."

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.

I have never been to this city before, so I don’t know what is going on here. “They are part of the mafia and will take all your custom-made weapons. They are rogue hunters of sorts. Only when it benefits them, of course,” Mitne quickly whispered in my ear as the men walked closer. Right, that was what I was smelling. The silver they are carrying dipped in wolfsbane. And since I used pure silver to craft my knives, they would be interested in them. I let a table appear, and on the table, I let my blades appear. Neatly placed in all the different sizes. From big to small. Not that my biggest knife is sword like. My biggest one is the largest dagger you can make.

“I didn’t break a rib. I’m fine.” Chantal poked and felt around, and Gage swore soundly. “Hold still.” “You’re a sadist.” His jaw ticked as she felt along each rib. Happy with her examination, she rose and checked on their clothes. Her eyes fell on Gage’s sheathed knife, and Chantal reached out. “Careful! That blade is sharp. That’s a Ka-Bar.” “Isn’t that what SF soldiers use?” “Yes—It’s a U.S. Marine Corps Fighting Knife. Mine’s not a standard issue.”

He put it back immediately, it felt too comfortable. The second roll contained a set of crocodile shears, a lead sprinkler, and a tongue tearer. James swallowed and felt nausea overtake him. The third roll contained a single knife with a razor-sharp blade. It was beautifully engraved. The name came to him, Ling Chi, or better known as the knife used for the thousand cuts torture technique. Dave groaned and James turned around, he would not be caught unawares again. The fourth roll remained unopened on the table. James entered the cell and looked at Dave. Dave seemed confused and was looking around.