Yandere Knife Novels & Stories

“Seeing me walk in here alive… you shouldn’t look relieved. You should look terrified.” “Kiera, don’t be dram—” Anya began. I moved. I was just a blur of motion. I closed the distance to Caleb in a heartbeat. My hand snapped out, grabbed the front of his designer sweater, and yanked him forward. His yelp of surprise was cut short as my other hand emerged from my coat. The knife was small. Practical. Not a System artifact. Just steel. I buried it in his gut. Once. Twice. Three times.

Boro pulled his blade from the throat of the woman he had killed. Using her thick woolen cloak to wipe away the blood already beginning to freeze on the gleaming metal. He felt a burning sensation in the left side of his abdomen and saw a wide puncture mark in his steel armour.

If Yule could cut Derek’s and Polaris’ souls apart, Derek would lose his ability of malignancy. No wonder Derek had broken the scythe apart and hid its parts. He knew it all this time. The only weapon that could kill him was the Nyx scythe. Their fight got more and more intense. It was difficult for me to cope up to their attacks and the speed with which they cannoned into one another. Yule’s wolf was trying to pacify Killian, while Yule was trying to pierce the scythe into his heart. Yuki formed itself from the fire lit on the grounds and distracted the shadow eaters while Hikari forced his way into the portal.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

she pleaded in a throaty voice. Was everything about her sexually triggering? Or was she doing it on purpose? “If you give me the go ahead,” she reached down her dress and pulled out a knife forged from pure silver, “I’ll march up to the dungeon and stick this in his heart to rid us of him.” I shook my head at her slowly and she sighed in defeat before replacing the knife where she’d pulled it out from. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m just as eager as you to see Kai die, maybe even more eager—”

I said flatly, “isn’t just a fucking transaction.” His breathing was ragged. “I didn’t think you’d find out—” “You thought I was stupid?” “No—Luca, please—I swear, I didn’t know it’d get traced—” I brought out the knife. Damon winced. Matteo exhaled harshly through his nose. The knife was slim, sharp, and elegant. I loved that blade. Gifted by a Russian associate, forged from carbon steel. It slid between Jared’s ribs like butter. He screamed. Loud and pathetic.

I say, placing my hand on the blade she’s holding. She peers up at me, but I can tell that this is no act; Yui is hurting for some reason. So before she can plunge the knife into her throat, I rip it out of her hands and pull her into my arms, where she starts to sob. I slide the knife out of her reach and allow her to cry, knowing that something must have happened.

CHAPTER 24. Urge to kill him. >>>>>URGE TO KILL HIM. Akira’s gaze lingered too long on the silver knife beside Dominus’s plate, and crazy thoughts began to creep into her mind. The blade was curved, polished, and sharp enough to deliver a lethal stab to the neck, aimed at cutting veins. It was meant for slicing roasted meat, but Akira knew how to wield such small knives to her advantage. ‘Do it,’Aya, her wolf, surged inside her. ‘One move, and you'll kill him. Do it for Klax.’

We just passed the 12 weeks mark. “Rissa and Gabe will help you practice and get used to it.” I just nodded and pulled the knife from its sheath. It was beautiful in its own deadly way. I didn’t know shit about knives, but I was sure you can kill pretty easily with a blade like this. “The blade is a high density silver alloy, so don’t cut yourself,” Gabriel chimed in. “I won’t.” I gave him an offended look as I put the blade back and closed the box on it.

My throat tightens painfully. Behind us, there’s a sudden shift in the air. Kaziel's gaze snaps back to Vanya, his jaw tightening. She's crawling, her eyes wild with desperation. Somewhere along the way she'd grabbed a knife. Her hand trembles as she drags the blade across her palm, slicing it open. Blood oozes onto the concrete, and she starts to chant in a slurred voice. "No," she rasps. "No, no… he's still mine—"