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.”

Lucian briefly answered, withholding some information. "Why is he not healing? I need to fully know what happened to him do I can know which treatment I'd give him" Chris instructed sternly. Lucian hesitated for a while, thinking whether to tell him or not. Then he looked at the two nurses who were quick to get the memo and they left. "What was he stabbed with?" Chris pried further. "An enchanted silver dagger" Lucian divulged, earning a gasp from Chris. "That's bad, really bad." Chris chanted, his face showing his worry.

We look forward to the day she can run with us. "Soon." The witch agreed with a soft smile. Some of the shadows began to dance like excited pups, their excited yips filling the air as a giant blonde man stepped out of the darkening tree-line followed by a smaller version of himself. Despite the winter months being on them, both males were golden like the husks of wheat and barley. Their white blonde hair matched that of the little girl babbling in her mother's arms. Ulf was much taller than his son and bulkier with muscles crowding his limbs and torso. His chiseled facial features could easily make the gods jealous and his blue eyes were topaz blue and as hard as ice as they surveyed the wor

Kent growled, and his breath moved my loose blonde hair. “Change back. Change back now!” I demanded. He was scary. Probably more than the wolf that attacked me. Thankfully, the fur dissipated back into skin and his wolfish features turned back to manly ones, as two of his four arms turned back into arms and he was standing upright again. Naked.

He’s skinny and pale with dark circles under his eyes. “What…do you want”, I ask, my voice coming out shaky- my hands curling into fists in anxiety and fear. He reaches his hand into his pocket and brings out something. With a click, the moonlight reflects a deadly gleam off the object. It’s a switchblade. With a thud, my heart stutters for a beat before resuming loud and fast in my rib cage. My eyes are fixated on the sharp blade and blood quickly drains from my face.

I yelled walking while pulling Alexis along with me "No that hurts lets go this way" She said while yanking me in the opposite direction "no lighting struck that way lets go this way" "lighting doen't strike twice in one spot so come on" She pulled the rod her way and I pulled it my way then I heard a loud BOOM and everything ernt black.

On August, week before senior year. The book was published. "The Switch: A Story of Identity, Manipulation, and Freedom" By Aria and Sage Chen. Small press, limited run. But it was ours. Our story, our words, our ending. We did one interview on local newspaper. "What do you want readers to take away?" the journalist asked. Sage answered: "That you can survive manipulation. That you can rebuild." I added: "That second chances are real. If you choose them." "What about Victoria Ashford? Have you heard from her since publication?"

The air was thick with the smell of soldering tin and burning plastic. "It's ugly," Kara muttered, not looking up as Ren and Leo burst in. "Don't tell me it's ugly. I know it's ugly." Ren dumped the server blade on the floor. "Will this help?" Kara looked at the ancient hardware. Her eyes lit up. "A Gen-2 Server Blade? Where did you find this? This has a dedicated cooling unit. I can overclock this to handle the neural load." "Can you build the interface?" Ren asked, stripping off his wet coat.

What scared me was the fact that I might have to use it. Lucas raised an eyebrow at me. “Freya, are you really ready this time? Courage alone won’t be enough. You need something stronger than that.” I lifted my gaze, trying to project a confidence I didn’t fully feel. Lucas extended something toward me—a small switchblade with a black handle, lightweight yet undeniably lethal. I hesitated. A flicker of doubt passed through me. Was I afraid of violence? Or was I afraid of what I might become once I embraced it?

It gave a much bigger boost to combat power than the scythe he had been using. Victor stored the scythe in his cargo pod and switched to the thermal greatsword. The thermal greatsword was a two-handed sword. It was eight meters long and nearly a meter wide. It weighed twice as much as the scythe, but it was also more powerful. "I'm so jealous of you close-combat fighters. Your weapons look so impressive," Jodi said a little enviously. "You'll also get good weapons later," Victor reassured her. He didn't say that just to placate Jodi. Ranged mecha weapons were also very powerful, they just hadn't dropped yet.