Twisted Knife Blade Novels & Stories

Those things looked like they could trap water if they weren't kept in check. I was pulled out of my thoughts as he raised a beefy hand and pried my mouth open. I glared at him as he withdrew his hand from his back and waved what must have been the scariest knife I had ever seen before my eyes. At first glance, it looked like a regular knife with a length of about five inches and a thickness of about 4 millimeters. But on closer look, the knife which had a bronze coated handle had several tiny teeth on either side of it. Looking at it, I couldn't help gulping in fear. I imagined being stabbed with it and the thought was enough to send a tremor through my system.

Upon hearing the ding, I twisted the handle and opened it. The knife was both elegant and beautiful. It had clearly been handcrafted. Though it more accurately resembled an athame. The hilt looked to be made from wood and carved in the shape of a wolfs head with the base that of a moon. The blade itself being completely plain but ever so slightly curved. “Luna you’re going to have to make it look good, just please don’t break the nose.” “Luna…. I’m not… your nose? Why the fuck would I break it?”

Infront of me , on my lap , five throwing knives lay on the rough material being held in place by little rubber bands attached to the fabric . My eyes lit up when I seen the colour . They were turquoise. A big smile instantly appeared on my face as I admired the knives , that each one , slowly got smaller as my eyes ran across them . I touched the edge of the knife , getting a little paper cut . The knives were really sharp , and I could see symbol on the knives . It was an Ace symbol . It was small and simplistic but I really liked it.

Gabi commanded. “I… I… want to… talk to… Antony.” She stuttered out before focusing back on the wall instead of Gabi. “Shit. I don’t know how she is doing it. But she is ignoring the command. Levi, use your spiral knife. Left thigh.” Gabi said nodding to me. Sighing, I looked at my bag and pulled out one of my favorite knives. It was a 10’ long spiral Damascus steel blade that could wreak havoc on a body. It hurt like hell going into the body, but hurt a great deal more coming out.

But what she didn’t know was that I could see right through her. “Liar!” I growled, every muscle in my face twitching with fury. I pulled out my favorite torture weapon from my pocket: the tri-edged knife. A wound from this knife was almost impossible to heal because of how it was shaped. Her eyes widened in horror when I twirled the knife between my fingers. “I am sure you know what this is, and what it does,” I said menacingly. I took a step closer to her and leaned in. Before I could say or do anything, she let out a sharp, piercing scream.

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.

Moreover, these digital knives could also replicate the structure and even weight of the chosen blade. Also, at the point of contact with the opponent's bodies, they would vibrate with variable intensities to distinguish and replicate the impact. Creed just like always chose a standard 11.65 Inch point clip with a Sawtooth Spine. Whereas Jia chose a standard 10.75 Inch point clip with a sawback spine. "Alright, let's start!" Creed said with an assertive tone, "I will attack with my least aggressive move sets. The circle is the area of combat."

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.

Wow, I'm impressed with myself how can I do this so easily? “What want to attack too?” I ask the first man that I kick in his stomach. He didn’t answer instead he took out a blade and judging from its look the blade has a back edge that curves upward hah such a knife is optimized for slicing or slashing which provides a larger cutting area or belly and is common on skinning knives. To think he is threatened by a lady like me and decide to bring out a knife is how ungrateful.