Twisted Knife Blade Novels & Stories

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.

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.

She snarled and charged, flipping over a crate with brutal grace — landing so close I felt the rush of her movement. Steel glinted — a combat knife, silver and swift. She slashed at me — I blocked with my forearm, teeth gritted as pain shot up my skin. She swung again — the knife grazed my ribs. Her strength was monstrous, fueled by devotion to the devil I called father. We wrestled — her breath icy on my ear. “You’re just like Isabella,” she hissed. “Soft. Fragile.” I slammed my forehead into her nose — cartilage crunching.

A slit of murky yellow light bled through the gap. I pulled the surgical knife out of the lock. Fresh verdigris smeared the blade again. I rubbed it with my thumb. The new layer couldn't penetrate the old oxidized patina, merely sitting on the surface. I looked down to wipe the blade clean on my cuff. In that exact moment, the dim light of the reservoir caught the base of the knife handle. On the metal surface, worn to a gleam by years of my grip, sat a tiny emblem. It was a fine engraving. Every line clean and precise. A coiled serpent, its body looped in a circle with the head facing outward, its tongue bifurcated.

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.