Vash X Knives Novels & Stories

Shadow shakes me out of my thoughts and I look up at him "Uhm I don't know I've never used any of these," I say and he chuckles. My memory takes me back to the flashback I had when I killed some of his men using the weapons displayed "Oh," I say out loud "I guess I don't know knives," I say looking back up at him "Good choice" he grins planting a kiss on my forehead. He guides me to the knife section. Looking at all of them displayed I picked the set of green knives that just seemed more deadly

Ash’s eyes glowed as his wolf stepped up, his canines extended and his growl shook the walls of the house when he pulled the knife out of his side and he flung it at his cousin's hands. They all turned their heads and watched as the knife cut through the air and went clean through the chains that bound Jax's hands. Jax fell into a pool of his blood, his heart barely beating and his body weakened from the poison in his wounds. “What the fuck?” One of the vampires spat and tried to overrun Ash. Ash grabbed the vampire's arm and spared no time as he ripped his head clean of his body and through against one of the windows, shattering the glass.

“I’ve never heard of a vampire having a weapon.” Vash walked up to the body and yanked the blade out of his head. The body crumpled to the ground, and she inspected the blade. “It’s not one of ours,” she said. “At least… not one from recent make.” She handed it to Mark before coming over to me. I pressed further back into the wall. “Your pal… Tell you anything specific?” I shook my head. She narrowed her eyes. I thought there was a little glint of light in her eyes, but then she pulled back and stood.

He says while backing away from my arm's reach. He's right about that. I prefer axes while in combat. I even designed and made all my weapons by myself. Lithe ones that one can easily throw. I believe axes do more damage when they hit their target than knives. I look around the room and realize the others are also looking longingly at the display of knives. "Vikings!" I say under my breath, exhaling in exasperation. "General, can we..." Henrik was saying when I firmly cut him off mid-sentence

Mario's POV Vasquez eyes rolled back, his breaths coming out in wet, choking gasps. He was slipping fast, and I knew he wouldn’t be able to answer me. I yanked the knife free and shoved him toward the edge of the dock, his body hitting the water with a heavy splash. The dark waves swallowed him whole, ripples spreading out. I wiped the blood from my hands, heart pounding as I took his place by the shipping container. I tugged the hood lower over my face, leaning back against the metal as Vasquez’s phone buzzed in my pocket.

"But I was in the premises. That should count, right?" Lucas winced disapprovingly. "Hey, I'm here now!" "Okay. I could give you a tour of the place while we wait for my uncle." "Sure." Lucas walked her through sections of new equipment, old equipment, replacements and they were going into another section when he stopped and noticed a column with a stack of electric chainsaws. "Oh, not again!" "What?" Natasha asked, turning to the column. "The supply guys put the power drills in the chainsaw section."

"Someone took videos of you when you damn rammed her head into the f sucking damn table!" I yelled. Then something shifted in me and I realized that I hadn't gotten mad or raised my voice over anything for the longest time I could remember but for Vine, I was going crazy. But that was by the way. I hunted closer to her and her eyes darted fearfully, till she was backed up against the wall, with nowhere to escape. Her chest rose and fell on labored breaths as I brought out my shiny metal knife. Slowly, I examined the knife, then the holder which was engraved with symbols of Vipers.

I was only there for a second as strong arms pulled me up. My head his Kairos’s forearm as he rest me across his lap. Valentin sat across from me, lifting my arms and checking the blisters, etched into my skin. Then his hands went to my neck. He moved my blood-dried hair off my shoulder and immediately winced. Kairos tipped his head down to look as well then went pale as a ghost. “Is that normally how they do that?” he grit out. “No,” Valentin shook his head, and I felt his fingers press gently over my wound. “They used special knives. Ones forged in wolfsbane. They’re designed to bleed wolves. That’s why they’re still open wounds and why her body hasn’t healed them yet.”

Gently, she cut into my wrist with the blunt knife, and suddenly I became less concerned about my sickness and more scared of dying from an infection. "Is it working?" I asked as blood dripped from my wrist and into the steel bowl beneath. "Camille?" "It might if you stop talking." She said with her eyes shut. I waited impatiently for something to happen and it was then I noticed the red powder on the blunt knife. "What is that?" I asked but by then whatever it was had started taking effect on me. I growled in pain as my bones snapped and my veins popped out. My Alpha eyes appeared and my sharp canines sprouted out. "What have you done?" I asked, struggling to resist the shift.

She would rather end her life than let this filth of a human being defile her. Sammy came at her and punched her hard in the stomach, making her double over with pain. He then kicked her and she went flying across the shed. With her last strength, she got on all fours, throwing up the broth she had eaten earlier. Sammy was already mad with rage. Taking the knife that had fallen when Sandy attacked Vinca, he ran to where she had landed. Vinca saw the knife slash toward her and roll to the edge of the shed. She knew she was about to die. Using the wall as support, she slid up and faced him. As he came charging towards her, she shifted slightly at the last second and he rammed into the wall.