Anime Dagger Novels & Stories

​[Anya’s POV] ​The cold, unforgiving steel of the dagger rested heavy in my hand. It wasn't a fancy blade; it was simple, dark, and designed for one thing: a clean kill. Ronan, the Alpha who wasn't crippled, stood before me, his face bare and flawless. He had just handed me a weapon and commanded me to choose between murder and alliance.

Ragnar was a bit too late in reacting as he jerked back, causing the dagger to slice through his arm. That girl didn't even finish the whole attack before she launched another attack at him with the intent to kill. This time he was fast. Ragnar moved in a flash as he grabbed the dagger from the sharp edge. It was a silver dagger as it burned his skin, but he didn't care. By now, he was fuming in absolute rage as he glared at the woman. He yanked the dagger out of her hand and tossed it to the ground rather roughly, making it pierce into the soft soil as the handle bar vibrated for a second before coming to a standstill.

I taunted, pushing Alina behind me in the process. "Don't get too the cocky boy," he waved his hand and a sword-like a weapon appeared in his grasp, the blade itself on fire, "This is the only weapon that can kill an angel. An angel dagger. All I have to do is pierce your heart with it." "That's if you can get close enough." I shrugged nonchalantly, knowing he couldn't even if he tried. "I may not be able to but I know someone who can," an egotistical grin split his lips, his eyes staring at the girl behind me.

“Do you know what a Nephilim is, Konstantin? It is a child born of an angel laying with a human - this dagger is made up of the blood and ash of five hundred Nephilim infants ripped from their mother’s arms. That uncomfortable feeling in your chest telling you to flee is due to the dark magic and sin embedded in this weapon.” I look at Kai, positive that my horrified expression mirrored his and Cat’s. This is the weapon we’ll use; this dagger is made up of sin and death, and it’s the only thing that can kill a supernatural creature. She moves the box closer so we can see how it looks - inlaid in silk, it is made up of obsidian glass and spun metal, the hilt looks like silver, and the grip is

-SKELETON DAGGER / RARITY: NORMAL TO RARE (BLUE TAG)- STR: 4 AGI: 5 DURABILITY: 100/100 AN UNKNOWN APPRENTICE BLACKSMITH WITH ALOT OF POTENTIAL CREATED A WEAPON THAT GOAL WAS TO SLAY THE ENEMIES IN FRONT, BY THE GREAT POTENTIAL THE WEAPON IS NEAR TO RARE AND THE PERFECTION HUNDRED REFINEMENT IS VERY NEAR. IT'S SHAPE WAS METICULOUSLY COMPARE TO A COMBAT KNIFE. USING THE SKELETON AS A BASE ITS A DURABLE WEAPON THAT CAN FIGHT A HUNDRED BATTLE.

Vanya’s eyes widen, and she starts bawling even louder. “Please, Alpha Kai! Anything but that wretched thing! Please, torture me daily, rip out my heart or permit me to atone with the Blood Eagle! Just please….anything ANYTHING BUT THAT DAGGER!” She sobs, looking at the obsidian thrown together dagger in Kai’s hand. That fucking Nephilim dagger - I had to pretend all was well as I sat with it in the SUV. That thing…is fucking death incarnate. My brother smirks and shakes his head. “As I said; atone for your sins in death, Vanya-”

Once again, the dagger was wrapped around a criminally fierce rhythm. Dollar Twenty didn't need to prove the sharpness or the worth of the dagger. The rhythm of the blood was enough for that. "Born from the gluttonous Mad Hound residing in the gulfs of hafunaptra. The species is known for their fierceness and unparalleled desire for cannibalism. The assassins who use these daggers can intimidate several alpha beasts just by its rhythm. The starting bid for this one is 30000 dollars." "40000"

He didn't say I couldn't cheat. As I turn away from him I unbuckle the front of my top. I don't have time to draw the leather completely down, so I must wait until he gives me another opportunity. The next time, the entire piece comes undone and dangles from around my neck, my breasts hanging free. I can feel that it wouldn't be comfortable to fight like this, but it serves a purpose. Laryn drops his guard and I bring my weapon down. I pull it back at the last second. "You are a dead, dragon," I say with a huge grin.

With a grunt, Aurora shoved Agnes off her. The dagger fell anyway—it stabbed into her left shoulder. A sharp pain shot through her body as she let out a painful cry. “YES! Scream you bitch!” Agnes pulled the dagger and struck at her belly, “How do you like this one!” The point of that dagger cut into Aurora’s belly for one inch and froze— Aurora was holding the blade with both of her hands. Blood oozed out from her palms, streamed down the dagger and pooled underneath her body.

I gasp because never in my wildest dreams did I imagine ever seeing this dagger in real life. I've read the stories in the history books and seen the drawings. But it's not the same as seeing it up close. Soul Destroyer is a dagger belonging to the Moon Goddess. It was given to Saven, the Witch Goddess, to aid in her quest to destroy a warlock named Vant, who plotted to overthrow Saven, destroy witches, and bring back his lost mate.