Twisted Knife Blade Novels & Stories

He turned toward me, taking a full gulp of his liquor and setting the glass down over the large table by the window. “Here.” He pointed to something on the table that looked like a knife wrapped in a white cloth-like material. A pit formed in my stomach when he lifted the knife so I could have a full glance at it. “This knife is with a silver blade, and I'm aware you know nothing of silver, but I would do you the favor of telling you what it truly means. Silver blades are known to be deadly weapons in all werewolf existence, and any who is pierced or cut through with silver never survives it.” He twitched his lips as he ran his fingers over the edges of the blade.

Twisted I always had fear of death ever since I became aware of the clock birthmark engraved on my left palm. I always hate celebrating my birthday because it always serves as a reminder that I'll die young. My parents told me that among our generations, I am very different because my two clock birthmarks have the same date. Because of too much curiosity, I tried researching and reading stories and blogs that tackle different painful tragedies.

The warmth, the teasing, the closeness—it made Imani’s pulse race, her breath hitch in anticipation. Imani leaned in closer, lips brushing along Zariah’s cheek, fingertips trailing along her arm. Every touch, every teasing, every lingering brush of skin was electric, a thrill that made her shiver. Malik’s eyes followed them, darkening slightly, a quiet heat of jealousy threading through his calm, confident demeanor.

Something flickered in his eyes—not just surprise, but intrigue. "Most she-wolves would be collapsed in tears after such an ordeal," he observed. "Yet here you stand, calmly discussing rescue plans." I reached into my torn sleeve and withdrew the dual-purpose dagger I'd found among the cult's weapons. "Look at this," I said. "Do you recognize the design?" Daniel took the weapon, examining it carefully. The dual-headed blade gleamed in the moonlight—one end sharp for cutting, the other a pointed spike for piercing. "Unusual craftsmanship," he murmured. "Not common in the Northern Territory."

She smiled nervously as she thrusted it towards me. I took it and stood up, examining it in my hands. The hilt was somewhat curved and had a few jewels encrusted it. The sheath was silver colored with grey shining linings and a few tiny jewels embedded in it. I drew it out in one move and Nyx jumped in shock which made me chuckle. The blade glinted at the tip and I could tell the blade was pure silver, so sharp, perfect for beheading transgressors. I sheathed the sword.

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.

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.

All he could do now was sit and wait for Kirou to finish the assembly. Like that, another ten minutes passed. When Kirou's hands finally stopped moving, assembled on the table were two unique shaped bladed weapons. If any martial art fanatic from the real world was present, they would recognize that the assembled weapons looked similar to single bladed tonfas. The difference was that barrel holding the blades was a bit wider and more reinforced.