Anime Dagger Novels & Stories

Without wasting a single second to soothe the throb in my leg, I rained punches down on his face. But then something happened. He reached into his belt, and before I could realize what he was up to, he pulled out a dagger, stabbing it into my stomach. “No!” Angelina cried out. But he didn’t stop; he went in again and again with the dagger before shoving me off him. I fell to his side. I struggled to trap in the blood now soaking my jacket. It was a silver dagger. I could tell because I felt it. ‘I’m sorry. We failed.’ The voice in my head said as it faded away. Only now did I realize what it was. It was my wolf.

She mumbled words that could cause the enemies to kneel, burn, and experience tingling pain in their bodies as Emily exerted control over her power over them. Emily’s body was glowing, transforming into a moon goddess, wearing a white dress and a jeweled star on her forehead. “Morsus...” (Pain) “Combustum...” (Burn) “Interficio...” (Kill) Emily was saying those words, and slowly, the grunts and roars of the hunters and rouges were subsiding. Her eyes darted at the King and Queen of Rouges. Her eyes were dangerous and made her shudder.

As he dropped the enemy in front of him, his strength faltered for a brief instant. It was within that opening that a dark figure appeared. The figure glided forward like a ghost, slipping silently through the gaps in the crowd. His movements were almost impossible to see. Nihil. His timing was perfect. He exploited Steel Fang's blind spot and the brief pause in his reactions. A specially crafted dagger with a bluish gleam shot forward like a serpent's tongue, heading straight for his exposed abdomen. PFFT! The blade pierced flesh. Steel Fang's body stiffened as he looked down in disbelief. The dagger had buried itself almost completely into his side, leaving only its black hilt visible. Nih

She didn't even have time to turn her head. With the dagger plunged into her chest, her body staggered backward. Her breath was cut off. As warm blood trickled from her mouth and the corners of her lips, her eyes locked onto the eyes before her. "Caleb, you cursed blood..." Agness growled, her voice choked with blood. Caleb only smiled. A cold, demonic smile full of triumph. Agness's gaze slowly shifted to the dagger. She recognized it. This dagger was the soul dagger of the Sacred Rose lineage.

Chapter 44 Marked WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS (GORE, SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! She was Zane Fangs, the daughter of the Alpha of Dusk Dawn Pack, 21 years old. But she was also Zinnia, Nicholas Wyatt’s woman. The very same man who she just discovered was her mate. But he is just a simple human, he might get hurt and may not be able to understand her origin.

Something resembling an aged old dagger, literally a piece of glass and a hilt, gets placed in Kai’s palm. Vanya starts crying when she sees it. “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!” /“It is called The Nephilim Dagger; Marle forged it for Xamnir using the blood of five hundred infants who were born of an angel laying with a human.”/ Tiarin whispers in my head and I nearly puke. /“Anyone stabbed with it, gets sent directly to my father, Raerin’s, Firepit without a chance at reincarnation.”/

To Andreas, this weakness would most likely be an unforgivable betrayal, a stain on the legacy of their bloodline. With an audible breath, it was as if an icy rage coursed through him as his hand moved instinctively to the dagger hidden at his side, its cold metal glinting ominously in the dim light. In a swift, fluid motion, Andreas drew the blade and, without a second thought, plunged the dagger deep into Viggo's heart, a look of fury and sorrow etched across his face.

His ego was bigger than Odin's. She saw Leif's fingers turn white on the hilt of the dagger at his waist. He was clutching it so tightly she thought the thing might crack. She couldn't hear everything the stranger was saying, but the words were obviously making the younger man as furious as a raging bear. Ulfhild stifled a laugh behind her hand. The interloper's face was a mask of calm, but she thought she detected an underlying amusement there as well.

Andy goes still. He stares at me, eyes widenin'. “You’re not serious.” “Oh, she's serious,” I reply, the grin returnin' to my face. “And no amount of money will stop me from killin' ya unless ya talk.” “I’m not speakin',” he mutters, still defiant. Of course. I pull out my dagger, and he laughs, but it’s the laugh of a man who doesn’t understand what’s comin'. “Ya really think I won’t do it?” I swing the dagger down, buryin' it in his hand. The scream that rips from his throat is music to my ears.

he followed in Nicholas’s crass footsteps. I turned around, trying my hardest to keep the anger bubbling within me from erupting in an uglier way than I was willing to let loose in front of these assholes. I didn’t want them knowing how easily they could rule me up, but that didn’t mean any man who ever spoke a nasty word about Scarlett would live to see another minute. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a pure silver dagger that Hyacinth had fortified for me and spun around. In one swift motion, I threw it at the bastard, a grin spreading across my face when the knife sunk into his left eye ball and blood splattered all around him.