Two Bit's Switchblade Novels & Stories

Aleister wondered out loud, clearly impressed by the witch's armory. Ruby pressed a certain button on the wall and the shelf lined with knives separated like a sliding door presenting a variety of scythes. There was a scythe entirely made out of fishbone, there was an ill-proportioned one with a heart-shaped ruby and thorns, he saw another scythe where the blade is completely made out of ice making him wonder how it hadn't melted yet, one impressive scythe had a golden handle styled as a dragon and from its mouth protrudes a crimson metal. The weapon bore great power and he can feel it merely by looking at its blade. Aleister then noticed a black scythe that made shivers run up his spine. Th

Taking a gamble, I release my grip on one of my daggers. The dagger fell to the floor with a clink and as Nash's line of focus fell to the dagger while it fell, I reached to my back and pulled out a switchblade from the belt to deliver the final blow. The switchblade was already aiming for Nash's throat when I saw it from the corner of my eye. The movement was too fast and my body, unable to react in time, convulsed when a kneecap slammed straight into my unguarded solar plexus. The impact had sent me crashing into the wall behind as if I was a mere sheet of paper. I was by no means light but Nash was that powerful.

And I disliked unknown variables more than enemies. Across from me sat Adrian. Or what remained of his composure. Viktor stood beside him, gun raised casually, the barrel resting against Adrian’s temple with unsettling familiarity. Viktor never wasted motion; his stillness alone was enough to suffocate weaker men. Adrian was already sweating. Good. Fear shortened conversations. I set the tablet aside and reached slowly into my coat pocket. Metal met my fingers. It was familiar, balanced, and perfect. My knife. Custom-forged Swiss steel, designed to my specifications alone. The blade unfolded with a soft, precise click, catching the cabin light. Along its spine, engraved in clean lettering, w

We sat on a leather-lined garden chair sat in the shade, expensive, deliberate. “The matter…” Blade started, glancing at me, and I looked around feigning disinterest. “It's about Amity Sb-3s” He began. I furrowed my brows, confused. “I know you have the weapon's blueprint.” He continued. I glanced at Salvador whose expression was unreadable but unsettling. “They know too.”

Just me, silence, and a truth I couldn’t outrun. The blade was where I’d left it. Carefully hidden beneath a false floor tile and shrouded with cloth enchanted to dampen aura bleed. It wasn’t a standard weapon. This one had been gifted to me after the hybrid trials. Blood-forged. Custom-coded to react to the specific fingerprint of my aura signature. One of the only things that still felt real when the rest of my memories seemed to come and go like smoke.

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 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

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.