Yandere Knife Mga Nobela at Kwento

He was always so pleased by her speed and ruthlessness in dispatching his elder children, that he doted on her during class. She was unrivaled in hand-to-hand, quicker and more sure-footed than her siblings. She was deadly with small blades as well, and kept one tucked in her boot at all times, just in case any of Killian's cronies took the young Lord at his word and tried to have her quietly dispatched. Not that she ever represented a true threat to either Killian or Reena, she was just as much her mother's daughter as her father's, and it was likely she would be a prey shifter rather than a predator.

I haven’t seen her for over a year, and after everything she’s been through, I didn’t really have a clue where to start. Then I remembered her fight. Her skill in the ring. The training she completed at the academy, and how beautifully lethal she is when she moves. My gift isn’t romantic, but then it shouldn’t be. I’m not her mate. This is something more appropriate. Something useful. Something as lethal as she is. Xander told us how incredible she was when she demonstrated throwing knives back at Blood Moon, so I had twelve custom throwing knives made for her. They have silver tips, curved blades, and bone and wood handles. They’re smaller than average, but I hope they’ll fit her hands well

He positioned the knife's edge over his wound once more, intending to cut it again and make it deeper. Just before he could press down, Ryan intervened and shoved him away. Ryan wrestled to take the knife from Yohan's grip, engaging in a struggle until he finally managed to wrench it away. "What the hell did you just do, man? Are you out of your mind?" Ryan angrily flung the knife away and shouted at Yohan. Yohan shouted back, "Yeah, I'm out of my mind. I want her. I can't freaking live without her. If she won't come back to me, I'll freaking die."

"And you are fighting tomorrow. So you will learn it right now." She reached down to her boot. Her hand came up holding a small, wicked-looking hunting knife. The blade was dark steel, sharpened to a razor edge. I took a step back. "What are you doing with that?" "Give me your arm," she demanded. I shook my head. "No." Yvara stepped forward, grabbed my wrist with her free hand, and yanked my arm toward her. Her grip was like an iron vice. I tried to pull away, but she held me completely still. She pressed the blade against the inside of my forearm.

She hissed, taking out her knife and without hesitation, she threw it at me — straight to my chest. It was quick, precise, and dodging it proved futile, so I caught it by the sharp edge. The knife sliced through my palm, blood dropping on my carpet. “For a moment I forgot you were Ethan Nikolai Cole, VAR's most valuable tool,” she hissed, rolling her eyes. I placed the blood coated knife on a table and slid to her side. “Sweetheart, you surprise me every time I see you,” I joked. She shrugged, not wanting to keep up with the topic.

I was mad and the mere looking at him was a constant reminder of what he had done to Kira, my beloved, but it ended today. I stepped away from him , giving both of us a little bit of breathing space and opted for circling him. “I wonder which part of your body, I should do away with first: your eyes, your ears, your hands or your dick.” I laughed humourlessly. I stretched out my hand and Zander handed me a knife. That made Austen go wild and he started struggling again. “Would you relax? It won’t even be painful, I promise.” I approached him slowly and squatted to his full height, then slashed his ear swiftly, letting the blade pierce his skin.

said Han Ryeon. "Yeah, that's right." Mizu nodded her head. "I really don't understand any of this!" I said. I wanted to ask again, but I didn't want to. Because I saw Mizu running behind the stage, and she took out something from her bag. “You… Did you actually bring a knife to university?!” I screamed in surprise. What university is this? "Why are you screaming like a girl? It's just a Jackknife. I need this to make the previous trap." She smiled mockingly at me. That rebellious girl really sucks!

A single drop of dark blood welled on his skin—red, human, and vivid against the black stone. He finally looked at me, his pupils blown wide, reflecting the silver static dancing in my eyes. "A tool is only useful if it’s sharp, Elena," he said, his voice dropping to that low, possessive register. "You were built to be a blade. Tonight, you realized you could cut through the world that built you." He stepped toward me, the obsidian knife held loosely at his side. He didn't look at a victim. He looked at the only thing in the house as dangerous as himself.

Austin stared at the man who still had his black sunglasses on, "Who are you and why are you telling me all of this and how can I know you are not giving me false information and lying to my goddamn face, old man," "Kazuno Daiki," The old man introduced himself. He took off his sunglasses and Austin noticed he was wearing a left eye patch, "The leader of Kazuno Clan, my older brother dug out my left eye with his own hand. He was afraid of the growing power I had and I was thrown into a foreign land," Austin winced and looked away, "What do you want from me? You can't be telling me this for no reason," "Revenge," Daiki stated. Austin turned his head back to him and waited for an explanation,

There are bigger things at stake Xanthanius, you’ve seen women before. “Put the necklace under your clothing” I said and her hand fumbled a bit before successfully obeying the instruction. With how terrified she looked, I’m very certain she had no idea what the blade could do. Or I could judge after I have shown her the replica. Walking towards where she stood, not missing how she instinctively took a step back as I approached, I showed her the pseudo-knife I held. “This is what it looks like. Take note of the red gem in the handle. That’s the major difference between it and every other blade”