Twisted Knife Blade Novels & Stories

This was definitely a weapon that required great skill to use defensively. The blade itself was a single-edged blade with a wicked curve, which was somewhere between a katana and a scimitar. The length was roughly 40 centimeters, but incredibly thin - perhaps only half a centimeter at its thickest. Although it was 5 centimeters wide at the guard, it tapered down to a point as it reached the tip.

To defend his quick attack, Edgar swung his double-edged blade in an ice pick grip. The double edge blade was designed 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 used for skinning animals; thus, isn't it the best weapon to beat a beast like a prime slayer hidden Alpha.

Who put this outfit here? I blow-dry my hair, take my sweet time before entering the danger zone. Brian is sitting on the couch, beer in his hand, he is going through his phone, his tuxedo jacket is on the bed, the bow tie is on the floor, a few buttons of the shirt are open, sleeves are rolled up, his dark brown hair is falling on his forehead, olive skin is shining under the florescent light. This man is one of the good-looking men on this earth without a debate, and now he is mine, my husband.

The blade is serrated, and I notice three notches missing as I bend down closer to look at it. “Fucking shit.” I mutter. “What?” a healer asks. “Serrated. And it’s damaged.” My heart sinks, thinking there may be loose silver pieces lingering in his now gushing neck wound. He takes his gloved hand and grabs the blade, moving closer to the light to get a better look at it.

He sounded dehydrated and looked so broken and unwell. What was going on? "…You don't remember what happened?" I watched him look down at his knife in his thigh, he wrapped his hand around the handle pulling it out swiftly with a groan in pain. "You need stitches…" I say quietly, looking away. "D-did I hurt you…Lar-a Jane?" He asks quietly. "What did you—" I didn't let him finish his sentence. Why was he so concerned that he hurt me…instead of his thigh that was gushing blood. You know the thigh he just pulled a knife out like it was nothing. And not to mention there are black and dark purple bruises everywhere on his body.

If her blood was indeed an Empyreal Weapon, then it might have a name too. Sevyh pulled one of his sabers. The handle was dark-red, carved with fish scales—both guards had a fishtail form, and the long blade was silver and curved. He showed them the carved writing on the blade near the guard. “Twin Blades of Agaski?” Larice muttered.

He smiled while they screamed and thrashed in agony, a glint in his eyes. Blake didn’t give up and continued the torture for hours while the few warriors that joined us kept running out to bring coffee and food. If torture were an art, Blake was an exceptionally creative artist. I had never even thought to imagine all the different ways a body could be disfigured. And as if he was a professor, Blake patiently lectured us on the benefits of each knife he was using. He showed off his clip point—good for quick, deep puncture and withdrawal. Then his drop point—good for skinning. Finally, his needlepoint—perfect for thrusting. All things I'd have been perfectly content never knowing.

the yellow teeth guy spits I’m I the only one who sees how he clenched his fists? “It became my business when you decided to mess up with my family” He sneered My heart swell… ‘see he cares..’ “We were just being careful. You never know who Sabri would use next” The officer said with just same amount of mock… With one blink the officer was on the ground I gasped… Maybe a bit too loud for Naseer turned to me.. Then looked back at the officers as if conflicting with leaving them

He heads back to the table picking up two knives different to his prior selection for their blades are pitch black in colour whilst their handles are of hardwood. "These here are called obsidian knives. These are made by peeling a long, thin sliver from the core of the volcanic glass. Sharpest knife of all." He explains as he gets himself into position at a distance from the target board. "Watch carefully, little one." Eyes closed taking a deep breath he begins to move with elegance. An elegance that catches me off guard for even as I female had none like his. Hands held above his head spine bending backwards he slowly twists his body whilst his wrists rotate the knives captured in his palms

My nipples rapidly tighten into hard tingling points, and I fervently wished he would reach out to play with one of them just to relieve the aching a bit. Jack scooted to the edge of the bench until I was positioned right between his legs. Then snapped his hard thighs closed so I was unable to move back or forwards as he finally revealed the thing in his hand. It was a large sliver flip blade pocketknife and with one smooth motion, he flipped it open. He kept his eyes glued on my face watching it closely for signs of pain. I sucked in a breath, as a sense of panic began to rise as I watch him check the sharpness of the blade before leaning forward and laying it flat on my thigh.