Yandere Knife Mga Nobela at Kwento

Then, she extended her claws and tore out their throats simultaneously, making their bodies fall to the ground. When the remaining rogues noticed those three deaths, the ones who had an Oleander blade in their hands threw it at Lucianne. But before the blades reached her, Xandar darted to his mate and wrapped his arms around her before rolling them away. Three blades got into his back while the rest bounced off the concrete walls and fell to the ground with a clang. Xandar was weakening. Lucianne pushed herself off the floor before pulling out the three knives from her mate’s back as she exclaimed, “Xandar! You know you can’t heal from Oleander! What were you thinking?! Never do that again!”

He threw the knife with a powerful gust of wind. Yvere saw what Sabu was doing. She still had full mana from constantly draining enemies so she decided to do something risky. She left an obvious opening for Yukina to stab her in the chest. Yukina took the bait and plunged her sword in the middle of Yvere's chest. The blade slowly started freezing the flesh around it. Yukina smiled until she felt Sabu's knife pierce the top of her head. She released her grip on her sword and fell to the ground, dead.

she demands, gripping the lapels of my suit jacket. “None of your business.” “It’s absolutely my business. You’re on my turf.” Something hard nudges my stomach. When I look down, I see the glint of a knife pressed to my belly. My lip curls up into a sneer. “You and your fucking knives.” Zandra applies the slightest bit of pressure. “Tell me, Xander. Or I’ll gut you where you stand.” “Fucking do it,” I challenge, my words low and downright hateful. I snatch her by the wrist and hold the knife in place. She struggles, but I don’t let go. “Come on, Alessandra. Don’t be a fucking coward.”

He mumbled to her hearing and she pouted her lips as he massaged her ankle. "I just like being petty around you," She said and watched as Rhysand focused on her ankle and her mouth twisted as she sneaked out an object from her back, her eyes glinting with killing intent as she raised her hand, revealing the sharp and small knife that had an antique handle, it tells and shows that it belonged to a witch. Rhysand focused on her helping her massage the ankle while she sat quietly, her hand coming dangerously near his rib cage to strike at him.

If she couldn't have him, if she couldn't win, then neither could that pathetic human girl. Her hand moved with supernatural speed, drawing a jagged, cursed blade from the folds of her silk dress. The weapon was ancient and forged in darkness, possessing an edge sharp enough to cut through souls. "If I can't have you, she'll never have you either!" she declared with madness and bitter hatred. Before Zavian could do anything but watch in absolute horror, Yuna plunged the blade deep into her own heart. The sound it made was wet and completely obscene. She twisted the hilt, ensuring maximum damage so there would be no coming back from this.

Jarnja parried a blow from Yolanda, who gritted her teeth, screamed so hard her elaborate golden armor shuddered, then tripped Jarngrimr and drove her scimitar into Jarnja's back. Jarngrimr wheezed as the blade pierced her back ridges, crescents on her spine that stabbed the sky, and the chocolate scent of her filth welled up. She laughed to high Hel, her bestial, enchanting tongue lolling, and Yolanda stepped on the hilt of the scimitar with her metallic high heel, driving the blade so deep, only the gilt guard of the scimitar was left.

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama EIGHT VENDETTA I put on the black curvy dress that was actually an option after lot of thought and help with my gold heels and I brush my hair in a curvy length and apply some eye liner and a red lipsticks. After a little view at myself in the mirror I head out of my room and I met the girl Laura working on her system and her eye widened immediately she saw me.

CAINE The meeting was held in a whorehouse owned by someone who belonged to the Yakuza. His name was Haruki Yamadera. I had never met the owner before but I knew the person who worked for him. A right hand man. I called him Zai. I walked in and went to the table designated for our meeting. Soon, Zai joined me in the opposite seat. He had dark hair, rings on both ears, and tattoos all over his face. He held a pack of cards which he always shuffled. Anyone who watched us would think we were about playing cards. But those card were actually his signature, and weapon. He once told me he had made them into blades, talking about their sharp edges I think.