Twisted Knife Blade Novels & Stories

She reached for it, but stopped cold when she saw Tang pull out a knife from under his jacket. It was all black, sharp as hell, and definitely not made for peeling peaches. He twirled it once between his fingers, then leaned back with a grin. "So… who's ready for party tricks?" Yvonne's eyes widened. "Tang, seriously? What is wrong with you?" She clutched her chest, half-laughing, half-horrified. "Don't worry, Yvonne. I'm just bored," Tang said, flashing a brilliant smile as he toyed with the blade.

To see if he’d run screaming or if that twisted part of him—the one that gets hard when I pin him down—would wake up and watch? I turn back to the table. My fingers trail over the row of knives laid out on black velvet. Different lengths, different curves. Some for precision, some for pain. I pick up the one made specifically for skinning—thin, razor-sharp, slightly hooked at the tip. Knives have always been my favorite weapon, there’s so much you can do with it.

She carried her and kept telling Nick to leave him and trying to explain to Nick who Adams was. Nick left Adams, turned to Danielle slapped her, it was so hard that her knees buckled on the impact of his palm on her face. Adams lost his nerve and landed his fist on Nick's Jaw and then a fight ensued. Adam was masculine and well built although not as tall as Nick but was a good match for him. People gather to watch as the drama unfolded getting their phones to make a video. after a few minutes of evenly matched punches and kicks, The security at the park came and separated them and asked them to leave, leaving the audience to decide who the winner of the pay-per-view event was.

Two blades in a sheath. John even got goosebumps, and his hands reached for the blades themselves. His blades! Flawless, perfectly balanced, made of a special alloy, the secret of which only the Coven knew. Jon took out each of the blades and ran his hand over them lovingly, as if they were the most precious thing in his life. The blades were somewhat reminiscent of a Japanese sword - a katana, but slightly different from it. The same narrow and ideal, but still with their own secret, which no one is supposed to know about, except for the Hunter himself.

Sorry Adriano I think as I bash her head to the floor repeatedly causing a trickle of blood to roll down her forehead. Trying to stop the continuous damage to her head, she grabs the blade from me and proceeds to stab me in my stomach. Her eyes widen in shock when I don't react. "Sorry sweetheart, but your going to have to do better than that" I say, grabbing her by the throat and throwing her against the wall. I sigh, removing the blade from my abdomen and smile as I watch her face stare at me in shock. I mean, I kinda understand her disbelief, anybody would be screaming in pain by now, but I hardly feel anything anymore.

Especially now, as she wasn't currently working at the hospital. She reached out to touch the matte-finished blade. It was a set of surgical tools, precious because of their unique blades. The blades were as thin as a cicada's wings, yet incredibly hard and stable. They were razor-sharp, so much so that it was said a cut from these blades wouldn't be felt for the first few seconds due to their sharpness. Wayne had certainly chosen well, knowing her interests. But she couldn't accept such an expensive gift without feeling she had earned it.

I pressed against her back and moved her hand to one of my favorite blades. “This is a Poshland RAM-21. The spiral blade is painful because of the spiral wound it creates and definitely makes it much bloodier. They struggle to heal, and if they do somehow manage to heal, they will be left with serious damage from the muscles and nerves,” I said softly into her ear. Brynn tilted her head, carefully running her thumb along the dull part of the blade. She grabbed it and placed it on the table beside us. Then I moved her hand to another one. There was something incredibly hot about this right here, and I was certain that she could feel my rising lust just like I was feeling hers.

I twisted the knife. The wolf was gone.