Vash X Knives Novels & Stories

In her right hand, she held a long, curved steel cleaver that was already painted in Nullifier blood. "You look rough, Rylan," Vex mocked, circling me slow, her boots making zero sound on the ice. "Did the little girl reject your baseline? You smell sour. You smell like a dog that’s ready for the pit." "Shut your mouth," I rasped, my fingers tightening around the grips of my combat knives. "Make me," she hissed. She moved. God, she was too fast. The hybrid tissue in her legs propelled her forward like a bullet.

CHAPTER 26: BEFORE THE EXPEDITION. Outside the administrative building of the Rebellion, everyone was up and about. A select few were arming themselves. Among them was Vira. She strapped a belt around her waist that had numerous short, rectangular knives with round hilts. She then began running her sword on a whetstone, sharpening it. As she did that, she just looked forward and found Zak looking at her. The smile on his scrawny face caused her anger toward him to fester even more.

Vane leads me to a small chest in the back. He opens it. Inside is a pair of twin daggers. The handles are carved from white bone. The blades are thin. slightly curved. "These belonged to an assassin from the southern wastes." Vane says. "They are balanced for a smaller hand. Try them." I pick them up. They feel like an extension of my arms. I give them a quick spin. They cut the air with a hiss. "I like them." I say. "Good." Vane says. "Because the scouts just returned. The Shadow Claw aren't at the river anymore."

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama SIX VENDETTA he cup my ass in his hand and fumbled with it before it struck me. I'm only here to dance and get information not to be submissive to the bastard. "I'm sorry but the rules here says no touching"I shove his hand off but it came back to the right spot and he smirk. "Did you hear me"I push his hands off me.

To see if he’d run screaming or if that twisted part of him—the one that gets hard when I pin him down—would wake up and watch? I turn back to the table. My fingers trail over the row of knives laid out on black velvet. Different lengths, different curves. Some for precision, some for pain. I pick up the one made specifically for skinning—thin, razor-sharp, slightly hooked at the tip. Knives have always been my favorite weapon, there’s so much you can do with it.

"So we're going to solve this particular mystery. Together." "And if I decline your generous offer?" Velis's smile was winter given form—beautiful, deadly, and utterly without mercy. "Decline isn't among your available options. Though I do appreciate the illusion of choice. It makes the inevitable so much more... satisfying." A knife materialized in his hand with the smooth ease of long practice. Silver blade, bone handle worn smooth by decades of use, the metal gleaming with more than reflected light. It radiated cold like a living thing, the silver singing with harmonics that bypassed the ears and went straight to the nervous system.

Anvi "No, I can't. And that you know very well. That's why I had to ask for Yashika's help that night." Vishal "Well, I have to tell you something. I tried to see what happened the night Agastya forced Kanishk to stab me. I saw everything. Agastya threatened to kill Kanishk and you if he didn't listen to him." Anvi "That I also know." Vishal, "I also saw that the silver knife didn't have Agastya's venom. He lied to Kanishk. I'm not sure, but maybe, a born vampire's venom can kill me."

The captain pushes out her stool and stands up. Both of her arms fold under her breast, though she takes the time to point her gaze at Vados while her right-hand tugs off a right-hand glove. Along the middle of her palm are multiple slashes made like a combat knife tore her flesh, at least that is what the scars look like. She places her bare hand on her side while she holds the glove between the crux of her underarm. “It’s a deal then?” Salavanta speaks in a calm and collected tone even though she may have fooled the unknowing Vados, Gardax knew something else is at play, a scheme. “Aye, Sal, that is right,” Vados says while his eyes lower down to the side of his double-decked utility, leat

he replied, bow in hand. I moved on. On my right, the trench for spear training was filled with men in light armor. They practiced closing with their spears braced against the wooden stakes, each taking turns swinging around to face a new opponent. Their shields were small, square slabs of metal that matched the dark black of my army’s colors. I noticed several fighters wearing crimson sashes around their waists, my personal guard, always at the ready. “Commander Vash,” I said, voice loud enough to carry. Vash looked up, breathless from exertion but fierce. He had once faced Orion’s champions in a tournament and lived to tell the tale. His reputation as a spear master was well earned.

I frowned. The knife was of a special clan of assassins. The wolves. An extinct breed of wolves with skills of stealth that made ninjas seem mediocre. It was a cold blooded weapon. Fast and precise. Easy to aim and easy to throw. But it is difficult to accurately land a shot. I had been practicing with this for more than three months, yet my sleight of hand was still off. "Goddess knows I'll keep trying..." I mumbled.