Two Bit's Switchblade Novels & Stories

“Prepare the blade.” We moved to the edge of the light-pillar. The air here was so pressurized it felt like standing at the bottom of the ocean. I pulled a small, obsidian dagger from my belt—a relic from the Silent Vault. I looked at Malachi. “This isn't like the Consanguinity, Malachi. This is a manual override. If the cold starts to take me, you have to stay warm. Do not let your pulse drop to match mine, or we’re both dead.”

The day before our wedding, my fiance, Brandon Foster, and his girl bestie pulled out their wedding certificate at the casino. Brandon shrugged as he said, "It's just a joke—we'll be divorced tomorrow, and everyone knows that Wanda and I are strictly platonic." Wanda Stiles, however, was smiling provokingly. "Come on—they say marriage is sacred, so you guys can quit gawking already and hand us our wedding presents!" Everyone around the table laughed, with someone saying, "Alright! I own a business in the West End, and you can have it for your wedding… if you beat me at the dice game. Table rules." I didn't argue and merely sat at the table, smiling faintly as I met Brandon's frown. "The

Its dark blade was joined to a white handle that served to provide beauty by contrast. On both weapons were small holes. These holes were located on the handles and the blades of the weapons. Reaper’s Edge had five small holes in its handle, whereas Canyon’s Mouth had nine. However, Reaper’s Edge had ten slots in its blade whereas Canyon’s Mouth had only 6. These holes were the slots for the Energy Stones. They were evenly dispersed based on the size of the weapons. Canyon’s Mouth had a long handle, and that was why it had that many slots in its handle. The same applied to Reaper’s Edge’s blade.

He carried no weapon; he didn’t need to. “The heir,” he said softly. “Alive. Good.” Katarina raised her pistol. Eze’s last man fell behind her, gurgling. Dante stepped forward limping, bleeding, unbowed. “You want him? Come through us.” Mikhail smiled thin, cruel. “I already have.” He raised a small remote. The console behind me flared red. “Failsafe override engaged. Swarm 2.0 manual trigger accepted. Targeting: all non-Kuznetsov Volkov markers. Activation in sixty seconds.”

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.

Copying encrypted files from James' private computer into a flashdrive was still one of my lowest moments. The only good news was that this was over now. The information in that drive should have been able to prove that James had nothing to do with the White Light. Blade handed me an envelope and a small device. It was rectangular but small. It's whole size was just a tad bigger than my palm. I glanced at Blade questioningly. He snorted before pushing a button on the side of it and powering it on. It was a viewing device of some sort. It was like an iPad,but smaller. I'd never come across it before. I wasn't a techie but I was up-to-date on all the latest gadgets.

He remembered her words and without any thought, he darted out of the roots of the tree. Alex watched in calm as Weaver opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted when the motion of a red blur shot out from underneath the slightly uprooted roots of a tree. Weaver was about to give chase but was stopped by Alex, who gently bit down on his tail. "Do not give chase." Alex said firmly and Weaver pulled his ears to his head but nodded while looking into the direction the red blur had run in.

"The collective... it's fragmenting... the voices... they're tearing me apart!" Laila didn't waste a single second. She raised her silver blade high over her head, the edge humming with the combined force of her celestial energy and the absorbed electrical currents of the barrier. With a final, decisive strike, she drove the blade straight into the center of the console’s glass interface. The silver edge sank deep into the core processor beneath the glass. A blinding flash of pure white light erupted from the point of impact. The digital countdown vanished, replaced by a single, flashing line of text across every monitor in the facility: System Override. Kill-Switch Activated. All Nodes Disc

Brutal, effective, designed to take on multiple opponents and survive, if somewhat worse for wear. Also he gave me a knife, which seemed irresponsible even to me, a violent juvenile delinquent. It wasn't l like a Bowie knife either, or a survival knife. It was straight, double-edged, with a wickedly sharp point. He called it a "Fairbarn". Later I'd learn that the skills he taught me dated back to world war two. I've never been able to get Billy to tell me where he learned it.

Wilbur stopped when he was roughly two hundred kilometers away from the coast, then he disappeared from sight. In the middle of the night, Wilbur looked at Dark Dispense, the historical halberd, and the Sword of Judgement. Two of them were his own weapons, while the Sword of Judgment was a weapon from the Church of the Holy Illuminati. His second consciousness was analyzing the power contained within the Sword of Judgment and its composition. After a moment, he activated his second consciousness, and countless pieces of information flooded into his mind, making him dizzy.