Yandere Knife Novels & Stories

alternate versions or doppelgangers of hers? One of them suddenly smiled at me as they approached. "I see you met one of my sisters, Yami." She said, making me frown in confusion. Was she referring to the one who was currently holding a knife to my neck ? The latter slowly retreated the knife before helping me to my feet and dusting my body casually. She was also the exact replica of Iñari, only with a kinda masculine vibe. She had a short haircut and was dressed in all black like a high school goth kid.

Her straight black hair was tightened up in a ponytail. “What is the game?” she asked, awkwardly. “What secret someone like you got? So don’t worry, it’s just truth and dare,” said Mila, annoyed. “What problem she got from me?” she thought, annoyed. “Mason, move the bottle,” said Liam, and Mason nodded. He moves the bottle and it circles pointing to everyone and stops in front of Daniel. “Finally, our beautiful boy got his neck under the knife,” said Liam. “Hey, don’t call me that,” said Daniel.

All hell broke loose. Garith whirled away from my knife as I sliced towards him after the guard dropped to the ground. I swung on the next male holding Rowan as the female slipped a knife into Rowan’s hand. She twirled away, ducking under arms reaching for her. One snagged the string to the mask as she slid towards Lynn. Her mask slipped from her face, revealing dark eyes I recognized. Brandon dove for Lynn, but the female, dark and ready, was already there slicing for his face as Lynn cackled. Toya’s grin matched Lynn’s as she sliced for Brandon again. The two twirled around each other, Toya with her knives and Lynn with her claws, slashing at any man that got too close.

Aaron came out a few minutes later, getting himself something to eat before double checking the room’s lights and packing his things for the morning. Forcing my breaths into steady, even intakes was hard, especially when I was trying to keep the thrill of my small victory under wraps. But he wiped the smile off my face when he put his sheathed knife on the side table and got in next to me, his legs crushing mine until I was forced to wriggle over and give him room. "And here I was thinking you were offering.” "Not if you were the last man on earth!" I hissed back.

"Waaaaaaaaaahhhh! Mother, father, Big broooo! Where are you? I'm afraid, I'm afraid, please, don't leave me..." Yman although having no strength to stand, crawled hastily towards the killer. The killer stopped in front of the cabinet, where the crying voice of Yana came from. He lifted his hand that was holding the sword. But before he could slash it, Yman dove on his feet and bit it. The killer had a mocking face. And kicked him towards the cabinet. Yman bumped on the cabinet and almost lost consciousness. "You're a tenacious little soul...hehehehehe!"

“What are you thinking about?” I rubbed my mouth to cover a smirk. I was thinking about her legs. “Nothing. I have something for you.” “What?” she asked. I opened the drawer and pulled out a knife with jagged edges on both sides. I grabbed the handle and stuck it into the desk. Summer scrutinized the knife. I knew she could use it. If she was good enough to become the Alpha’s right-hand woman then she could handle a small knife. “You got me a knife,” she said.

‘Carry on wishing, it was my dick that did the fucking job and you can’t even fucking be sure of that. He always fucking annoyed me. ‘Yeah, but I use mini-Kian better.’ I blocked him off. Seriously? I watched Xendaya hold out Niko’s elven blade that she had hidden under her top, before glaring at both Niko and Morgana then stomping off to the far end of the garden.

Suddenly, Owen went pale as a ghost. He didn’t even see how Kira's hand moved. By the time he realized what was happening, there was a knife in his throat! A butterfly knife, one of the most infamous weapons out there, was sneaky and lethal. With a swift flick of the fingers, it could deliver a dangerous and wickedly cool effect. A girl brandishing something like that at him like it was nothing? That’s cold-blooded and ruthless! “Back off, Owen.” Kira squinted slightly, the gleaming blade of the knife lightly tapping his cheek, “Even if every other man in the world disappeared, I still wouldn’t choose you.”

Nyra yelled and moved away from me. She moved to her drawer and pulled out something before returning to me. “Cassian,” she said, holding a small silver knife. “You need to end it now.” Every nerve within me flared. The scene in the deepest pit of my mind flashed and my bones shattered. My heart was racing so fast, yet I refused to panic. I gently took the knife from her hand and dropped it. “What are you doing?” she shrieked, moving to grab it again. But before she could, I grabbed her in place, my mind burning like it had undergone an explosion.

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!”