Twisted Knife Blade Novels & Stories

"Playing at being something you're not." "Maybe," I said. His hand came from behind his back. Fast. A curved blade... short and hooked, the kind designed for close quarters, the kind that went for throats. He came at me with everything. All his weight and six years of violence behind it. The blade aimed straight for my neck. I couldn't dodge cleanly. The tube. The ribs. Twisting would collapse everything Aris had spent three days holding together. So I didn't dodge. I stepped into him.

It was from a shiny silver dagger in her hand, which looked small and adorable. The dagger's blade was curved into a half-circle. A few lines of blood grooves could be seen on it. A crescent moon was imprinted on the handle, and it looked quite feminine. Her pretty, pink tongue stuck out to lick the shiny blade of her dagger. After that, she smiled seductively at Chase's duplicate. His duplicate looked stoic as he put his hands together to mark. Numerous sword flashes came shooting out.

When I got closer, I saw a man was holding a knife in my father’s throat while my dad’s face was against the wall. The man was younger than me, in his early or mid-twenties, with an impressive height of 6 feet 4 to 6 feet 5 inches, broad shoulder, a black man. “What is going on?” I asked as I got closer to them. “Nathan, help me, son.” My dad told me which was more like an order than a request. Even facing the danger, or should I say a life-endangering moment. Right then, that could be the last time he was alive, but this man forgot he needed to ask for my help. An order would not work here.

All types of specially made knives were displayed and arranged perfectly before him, from fixation Bowies, authentic katanas, bolos, Gerber, and. Ah, this one. He slowly raised his glinting Obsidian knives. The thinnest blades one could ever find were three nanometres wide at the edge – 10 times sharper than a razor blade. These were made by flaking a long, thin sliver from a core of the volcanic glass. This was perfect! "Prepare him." He instructed without turning his head, knowing his men will know what to do. He critically examined each piece to make sure it will work on the flesh like butter.

To defense his quick attack, Hoshi swayed his double edges blade in ice pick grip. The double edges blade was design to enhance the tip of the knife. This bevel gives the blade an ability to pierce and break deeply into its subject. It's usually use for skinning animals; thus, isn't it the best weapon to beat a beast like HongYoonChoi's prime slayer.

The front of the blade was as equally sharp. The machete did not have a hilt, as it was one solid piece. The only transition was that the tang of the blade was instantly turned into a handle. It only had one nock in it and it was right before the transition, on the same side of the blade. The nock was about the size of an index finger’s first knuckle, triangular in shape. Even though it was with out a hilt that nock had saved his life a few times, for no matter what was parried, the nock would catch it.

I added. As I was speaking, Alpha Felix took up a large, ornamental knife from the wooden platform. It had a wickedly sharp blade, which glinted in the sparkling light flowing between us. It flashed like a blaze of fire, and I felt honour and glory radiate through me at the sight of it. Its handle was curved, with delicate carvings of wolves, mountains, and the sea worked into it. “And so it shall be,” murmured Luna Carla. Then, Alpha Felix stepped forwards.

He instantly broke through the defense line of his enemy and showed up before his daughter in a flash. Slice, slice! Those were the delicate sounds from Ormr Dagger when it was slicing the human body. In the blink of an eye, Tyr had used the dagger to slice through three of his enemies’ necks. Blair was held firmly within Tyr’s arms the whole time. At this time, Leonel, Silver Swallow, and two members of the Jade family’s Eighteen Knights managed to react. Leonel had a swallow-headed design curved blade in his hand, and he slashed it against Tyr’s Ormr Dagger.

These weapons were for her own private stash while the ones encapsulated in the stacks of boxes by the door were for the clients who funded her small business. Straightening, she absently twirled a lock of her platinum blonde hair around her finger as she studied the flowing lines of the design she’d drawn. It was the most complex weapon she’d ever attempted and was going to be hell to make. The twisted blade wasn’t one piece, as it appeared in the first sketch, but three that fit together seamlessly. A turn of the hilt would separate the large dagger into individual throwing knives, each perfectly weighted and balanced. Glancing from the second sketch back to the first, Livia frowned. When

Petals carved in wood, graciously making it an outstanding piece of art. I opened the ark. Soft muslin cloth was still covering the half of the knife, the edge of the cloth was torn because of its sharpness. The knife was reflecting its shine because of fire, making it more beautiful than before. It has a T-shaped handle with the same flower design studded with priceless stones and a long slender blade standing with pride with sharp edges on both sides. While checking inside the ark, I again found a pouch filled with sharp silver needles. It was white-colored and decorated with green embroidery, the same as the ark. This piece of silver was feeling cold over my skin, but if someone else hel