Two Bit's Switchblade Novels & Stories

It was a pair of eyes peering into the back of her head. Everybody got in their fighting stance on top of their bikes. They knew the power of Lisa's intuition. Krisan even pulled out her Dagger, The Dagger's handle was black and had a black golf ball-sized energy core where the handle and the blade met. Curiously, the blade was not metal but pure energy with black vapors coming off of it. The dagger looked evil and ominous; the aura coming off of it made everyone feel a shiver down their spine.

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.

It snapped at her face, its breath smelling of copper and chemical preservatives. She spun to the left, her silver movements fluid and weightless. She allowed the wolf’s momentum to carry it past her, but as it did, she drove her silver blade upward, targeting the unarmored gap beneath its foreleg. The silver energy coating the blade sliced through the tough hide effortlessly. The moment the silver entered the creature’s bloodstream, the violet light in its eyes vanished, replaced by a flash of blinding white light as the internal cybernetics short-circuited. The wolf crashed into the central console, sparking violently before collapsing.

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.

of the Tuning Forks was instantly neutralized, the energy grounded through the salt-mist and the Blade’s obsidian core. ​The Apostles stumbled, their fiber-optic robes short-circuiting in a shower of violet sparks. ​Kael didn't stop. He sprinted past them, reaching the main drive-shaft. It was a pillar of solid steel, three feet thick, spinning with enough force to grind a mountain to dust. ​"This is going to hurt," Kael muttered. ​He raised the Hush-Blade and brought it down on the spinning steel.

Confusion flashed across her eyes, as if she were beginning to realize the situation wasn't as simple as she thought. Dad let out a cold snort, fixed him with a piercing stare, and mockingly said, "I see… I have a second son named Adam. Today's full of surprises." At that moment, Erica finally realized the gravity of the situation. The smugness and contempt that had colored her face vanished instantly, replaced by a flash of panic.

Fighting throngs of them in human form is Thor's specialty. Before I abandon the car, I open the glove compartment and bring out the serrated edge karambit knife I took from Uncle Knox's workshop. The karambit is a perfect knife for silent killing. It can slice deep into flesh with ease and the curved and serrated edges on the silver blade make it a deadly and dangerous weapon that can hook and snag at sensitive organs like the intestine, making the person suffer a slow and painful death.

"You really f*cking think you're god here, huh?" As he spoke, Wilbur opened his right palm as a terrifying wave of spirit energy burst forth once again. Within a split second, a staggeringly huge cleaver appeared in his grasp. The blade of the cleaver was around half a meter wide and two meters tall, with the handle itself at a meter and a half long. The blade was burning brightly with a spirit flame as well, crackling with lightning that boomed with thunderous sound every now and then. Jeremy had already launched his attack, crying out, "It's your honor to die at the blade of blood!"