Anime Dagger Novels & Stories

The master officiating the match called for it to begin. Immediately Nila sprung from a ready stance into Sparrow Through The Brush, she flitted back and forth stabbing with her thin rapier. Fur blocked each stab with Falcon On The Wind, a form normally used for fighting an opponent using a sword with a single edge. He struck back with Tiger Jumps Its Prey, a huge over hand blow that Nila side-stepped. That move would have sheared her and her thin blade completely in half. Nila was wide eyed now, she was completely out classed and she knew it. The fear left her eyes again, replaced by resolve and anger. Boro's fear only increased.

A beautiful handcrafted handle, perfectly polished and engraved with the pack's symbol and the family's last name in old English letters. The dagger's blade is made of pure silver. Mixed with white ash from an old ancient tree and dipped in Angel's blood. The perfect combination that will end the life of a primordial vampire. "I'm sure you took my advice and studied your stuff. You can not kill a primordial vampire with an ordinary silver dagger, a regular vampire perhaps...but it will not work on a primordial... just like the wolf bane will not work to kill a Primord wolf." He smiles at Blake and sighs.

Anyway, it's a week. Sleep comes back, and Angel lays his head on the pillow. His eyes are heavy, and he falls into a deep sleep. Steam emerges from Angel's nostrils and hangs over him for a few seconds, disappearing forever without a trace. Agnes's eyes, as white as ashes, returned to their normal color after she had seen everything. She sat and smiled. Her part was done. Dark caught a doe and sank his fangs into the animal's neck. He drank what he needed without killing the animal, which staggered away from him to recover. He wipes his mouth and sighs contentedly. Immediately, his head started to think of a way to help Klaus.

He bellowed at his son, his own eyes dilating into obsidian black as anger rose from his aura. If I was scared earlier, I am more terrified now. When it comes to daggers, Alpha Argon is not the one to be dismissed. He has the skill to hit his target even with just a simple glance. And the dagger he was holding was made of silver. If he strikes it on Alexa’s heart, she’ll be dead in seconds. The veins from Alpha Aeon’s body started to appear as he coiled his hands into tight fists. "What do you want from her?"

I rolled my eyes, thinking she was just being dramatic. Suddenly an unfamiliar figure came into view giggling and clapping his hands in a sinister way as he narrowed his gaze at me. His stare remained fixed on me with an unerring intensity. I gulped down a lump trying to gather my thoughts together as my heart raced while Nyx's growl turned into a fierce snarl. "I told you," Nyx states. Fighting back the urge to roll my eyes as she gloats. Soon the man's lips wiggled into a snicker. “I must say, Sage has quite the taste”

I shook my head, "Sorry, my dear, but I can't take that risk. You know too much, and I am obliged t bring you back with me. Now come on, let's go." was struck by a sudden shift in the atmosphere. The air around us grew tense, as if the very fabric of reality had warped, and I could feel my heart racing as my fingers brushed against her arm. And then, without warning, she lashed out at me with a dagger. The blade glinted in the dim light, catching my eye as I gasped for air. I could feel the cool metal pressing against my skin, and I knew with a sickening certainty that she meant to harm me. The dagger was a thing of beauty, despite the danger it posed. The hilt was made of blackened bone, et

Lost myself in the only thing that made sense in a world that had suddenly outgrown me. As the fire died out, the Alpha of the Fenrir sought comfort in the arms of the girl who had helped him ruin everything, while the Queen he had discarded dreamed of the three shards that would end his reign forever. --- [Dagger P.O.V] I didn't go far. Perched on the gargoyle three stories above the ward. Cloak wrapped tight. Mask still in place. The nosebleed had stopped but my hands still shook. Pathetic. I was Dagger. The Ghost Blade. The assassin who had killed seventeen warlords, three archmages, and a god's avatar. I didn't shake. I didn't hesitate. I didn't stand at the foot of a girl's bed leaking

Dahlia’s POV The dagger cut into him like a laser into tofu. Silver kills our heightened cells. Instantly. I will never forget the hurt in his eyes when the dagger pierced into him. It’s not pain from the wound, it’s from his bleeding soul. “Bold!” Damon snarls as he jerks up, pressing me under him with his fingers around my neck. I close my eyes to embrace my death but it doesn't happen. I don’t know if it’s because of the tear that dropped from my eyes, but Damon backed off the bed, one hand pressed on his ribs—

Instead, Rogan shoved him and Adrian stumbled backwards. “Adrian!” I cried, trying to edge around him to help. “No!” he yelled, forcing me back again. “Not yet, Kayla!” Rogan laughed, dark and cruel. “Oh, dear niece, your mate is so protective and oh so noble, too bad it's all for nothing," He raised a hand, twisted his fingers, and Adrian suddenly cried out and staggered back with Blood pouring from a deep wound in his side as a dagger suddenly thrust itself there, pulsing with dark magic.

A loud sound rang in the air. The warrior lifted his dagger and again attacked us. Adrian quickly blocked his attack. The warrior began to put pressure on his dagger. Adrian 's dagger was a few centimeters away from his face. He lifted his leg and kicked the warrior on the abdomen. The guard stumbled back. The warrior charged again. They were fighting nail to nail. The warrior pinned Adrian against a tree trunk by putting his dagger on Adrian's neck.