Two Bit's Switchblade Novels & Stories

And highly illegal. The smudge elongated. Solidifying into a thin, wiry frame clad in matte-black fiber. The assassin didn't make a sound. He didn't even have a scent. He held a jagged sliver of obsidian—a Null-blade, designed to bypass Barzil-armor and sever the spinal cord of a sleeping target. He reached for the door handle. The fool. He was risking execution to kill a girl who wasn't even there. I moved. I didn't roar. I didn't announce my presence. I simply detached myself from the wall and became the crushing weight of the world.

I take a defensive stance and pull the switchblade from the sheath I keep strapped to my upper thigh. “Justice, I need you!” “Obsidian?” She gasps in disbelief. “This can’t be. Brace yourself, child!” As the wolf charges closer, he launches himself in the air. I run forward, diving to get under him. I land on my back and jam the blade in the air. My teeth grind together as it rips through the wolf’s underbelly. The sound of his skin tearing is nauseating. Warm blood splatters on my face as he passes overtop of me.

i cursed under my breath. The next thing I saw was one of the blade flying towards me with a chain attached to its handle.Then time slowed to a snails pace. While the blade was flying towards me at slow motion i took some seconds to acess the blade.The blade was pure black in colour and it had uneven edges with the middle part of the blade having some indiscernible inscriptions sparkling orange color sparks.The chains on the handle of the blade seem to be connected to his wrist like Spiderman's web.And i don't know how he did that.I side stepped the blade only to find the other flying towards where i was.It was at this point that i knew that it wasn't just some child's play.This guy was real

“Both of them. But first, we need to discuss… my other demand.” As the last word hung in the air, Devon heard another sound—a sharp, metallic click. The sound of a switchblade being opened. He knew, with a certainty that chilled him to the bone, that the real games were about to begin.

he instructed, his voice steady but firm. His team immediately complied, scanning the surgical site with careful precision. Every vessel had to be examined, every stitch secure. Even the slightest uncontrolled bleed could turn into a catastrophe. Marcus observed as his assistants moved efficiently, scanning for leaks, ensuring that no silent danger lurked beneath the surface. The seconds stretched, but soon, the verdict was in—no active bleeding. The bypass held perfectly. It was time to close.

“ how can you say that? mom gave her life to save yours. You killed dad and made me hate Night for all those years” “ yeah. I did all that but no one would remember it once I am the emperor. After all that position was always mine” Shade once again charged towards him and threw a very powerful attack of sword at him. Blade used his sword to block the attack and the sound of metal made a high pitched click “ the position of emperor was never yours. What if we were the first borns?....” Blade didn’t let shade complete his sentence as he hit Shade’s leg making him lose balance.

Switchblades are the go-to weapon for almost every street gangster and gang member, and far more people are killed by switchblades each year in the United States than by guns! "What if I said I'm not going to get out of the way, and I want you to give the bag back to that lady over there?" Li Jie's voice was cold. If he was a gangster like this, Li Jie wouldn't mess with him. But gaining the ability to be an E hero today gives him the confidence to take on this punk, who is armed with a switchblade, not a Colt M1911.

I hissed. “You have very loud thoughts for someone like me,” he replied, leaving me only more confused. Before I could ask anything else he reached into his backpack and passed me a large silver dagger and a smaller switchblade. “In case we are attacked before we can shift.” It felt surprisingly heavy. The blade was pure silver, unpolished so it was dull and unreflective. It was not a pretty trinket, it was dull to avoid glinting and revealing our position. It was the weapon of stealth. An assassin. Is that what Olaf was?