Two Bit's Switchblade Novels & Stories

Then I grabbed my sheath for my waist and inserted my seven inch parkerized blade. “Holy Moon Goddess! You look like you are going to war.” Rory squealed. I laughed at her energy. I look over at Aiden who is looking at me with some emotion I cannot name. The last thing I grab is my Kukri Machete. It’s eight inches long and completely black. There is only a thin silver lining along the edge. It’s great for combat, but I am going to slice through some of the targets. “Okay, I’m ready.”

She stashes the small body inside. The hand of the captain motions for the rest to move in under the canopy. Salavanta takes the lead while Gardax, Garth, and Lard follow behind her. One of the redhead’s hands brushes with the air for a moment and makes another hand sign. Two fingers out with a thumb pressing in the middle. Lard sees that sign and he springs into action. He breaks away from the single-file land and then reaches into his robe. There he pulls out his own knife, though he was special looking. The blade is larger than most knives and on the bottom of the handle is bulbous bottom that is thick enough to smash in the back of someone’s head and knock them out. A blue ribbon is atta

After this, James tried his best to not pay any heed to Delainey because he knew he would have a hard time suppressing the temptation in his heart if he stayed close to a woman. Thus, he wanted to stay away as much as he could. James pulled out the Blade of Justice. The Blade of Justice had a very unassuming appearance and was about 156 centimeters in length. It looked nothing like a legendary sword.

Percival I pulled open the drawer and grabbed the silver switchblade that I always kept there. Then, I casually sat on the edge of the tub, flicking open the silver blade. I took a moment to examine it, noting its sharpness. This could be a lifesaver. I could definitely meet the moon, no problem. I hopped into the bathtub, trying my best not to make a mess. Despite the shock I felt, I did my best to keep my emotions in check. I leaned against the back of the ceramic tub and ran the sharp tip along my vein, making sure to go deep enough.

However, he still couldn’t understand why I knew the Youngs’ secret, and why Lily had said such strange things. With how sharp Mark was, I knew I couldn’t fool him. So I told him everything. By the end, even I felt a little uneasy. “Believe it or not, I really have lived two lives. It’s like a dream.” As soon as I finished speaking, I was pulled into a tight embrace again. I could feel his body trembling. I patted his back. “What’s wrong?” “How could she do that? How could she hurt you twice?” I realized he was angry because of what Lily had done to me.

All my original reasons for rejecting them still stand, and I have more important things to focus on right now… "Where's my switchblade?" I can't lose track of that. First of all, it's not a common switchblade. It was crafted with a substance called ‘Lagorin’, which can only be found in Tophet. Being coated with the substance made it possible for me to kill that Vampire the first day I stepped into Crestbane University. If someone found the switchblade in Liminal Kaelith Argon’s room, the Liminal order will put the pieces together and begin looking for the Venenum here at Crestbane.

Vitali’s lips drew closer, his grip tightening as he toyed with the idea of violating me even further. I shifted, subtly enough that the switchblade hidden in my back pocket pressed into my hip, a reminder of my one chance. As Vitali trailed his tongue over my chin, I slid my hand behind me, fingers slipping into my pocket. In one quick, precise motion, I flicked open the blade and drove it deep into his thigh.

He pulled out two switchblade knives, handmade and engraved with traditional Russian dialect. "Which one do you think I should use? I like them both but I don't want to get both dirty, do you see my dilemma? I can't decide." He said holding up the knives eyelevel as we walked down the steps and into the basement. One of my men guarding the door stepped aside and I nodded at him in acknowledgement. "Use the one in your dominant hand. It's obviously the one you like the most." I told him. We stepped into the dark room and I flicked on the light.

" Flo held her stomach while groaning in pain. A little blood was visible on her hand. “FLO!!” Alisa panicked to see her friend injured. “Why? Are you in pain, huh? That was my follow-up attack. And now look at this.” Santana shouted again, calling for the weapon. “LEVEL THREE!!” Red light emerged again from the gap between the handle and the blade of the scythe. It was the highest mode for the second generation of the technology created by the Politech company. “EAT THIS!!” ZAZAZAZAZAZAZA

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.