Twisted Knife Blade Novels & Stories

Maddie jerked. “Don’t even think about it, Darling.” Jason growled, though the smile on his lips was inviting. Her eyes widened as she looked at the curved knife in his grip. It was a Scian mhór, the blade he had chosen for the weapons trial, however that wasn’t the memory that rushed her, forcing her to stumble back a step. No, it was the memory of another curved blade, one that had lodged deep in her shoulder when she deflected it from striking Michael.

Esin said calmly. “And what about Caliber technologies and their CEO, Drake Griffin.” “I’ve longed stopped cursing his name,” Esin admitted. “I just wish he tried to do something to help us.” A phone hummed. “I thought we agreed to switch off our phones until we were done.” Leon asked Lana as he looked away from his camera, Lana simply shrugged him off. “I needed to be in touch with the helicopter.” “Is he coming soon?” “No. Its not him,” Lana’s eyes widened in surprise. She yelled to Angela. “You need to see this.”

A dagger. The blade gleamed under the lantern’s light, cruel and sharp. My breath caught in my throat. I tried to shift, to pull away, but the ropes cut deeper into my wrists. I was trapped. “Do you know what this is?” she asked almost sweetly, running the flat of the blade across my cheek. The cold metal burned against my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps. “Silver. Deadly to your kind, isn’t it? Not enough to kill instantly—not unless I stab you in the heart—but enough to burn, to rot, to make you scream.”

He asked, driving himself to the table, snapping the file out of his hand. "What do you have in there? It looks like a top notch secret."Jake said looking interested. "Whatever I do is none of your business." "We are still your family, young man!" "And you are nothing but a murderer!"He snapped.

And I disliked unknown variables more than enemies. Across from me sat Adrian. Or what remained of his composure. Viktor stood beside him, gun raised casually, the barrel resting against Adrian’s temple with unsettling familiarity. Viktor never wasted motion; his stillness alone was enough to suffocate weaker men. Adrian was already sweating. Good. Fear shortened conversations. I set the tablet aside and reached slowly into my coat pocket. Metal met my fingers. It was familiar, balanced, and perfect. My knife. Custom-forged Swiss steel, designed to my specifications alone. The blade unfolded with a soft, precise click, catching the cabin light. Along its spine, engraved in clean lettering, w

“The blade is ready. It’s small and sharp. I hid it in my boot. I tested the edge this morning. It will cut clean. I walked the eastern path to the circle. No one stopped me. I can get very close.” I lifted my head. “Show me.” He reached into his boot slowly. He pulled out the knife. The blade was short. The handle was black and wrapped in leather. He held it through the bars so I could see it. The metal caught the torchlight once. It looked clean. It looked deadly. I looked at it carefully. “Good. You remember the plan?”

He asked and the man stepped backwards, holding the weapon at Adrian who didn't flinch. Adrian's eyes were focused on the knife "You may know how to stab quite well, but you sure don't know how to hide traces" he said "Look behind" he added He flipped the picture and right there that moment, Adrian moved swiftly, and kicked the knife out of the man's hand and kicked him by his head Adrian took off his wrist watch and pulled the man up by his shirt "Did you have fun doing that to a woman who had nothing to do with this war?" He landed a punch in his face, holding him by his hair at the back.

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

Scarlett's excitement was slipping through her voice as she spoke. She took out a knife from the shelf and held it in front of Evelyn. "This is a bowie knife, very sharp and fancy. I've always liked this," Scarlett explained before giving it to the omega. Evelyn stared at the knife and slowly ran her fingers and on the blade, being conscious of not hurting herself. The blade was shiny and it was double-edged at the point. "Next up is a push dagger," A small blade with a 'T'-style handle was held in front of the omega.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.