Anime Dagger Novels & Stories

A dagger usually used to skin game animals. In front of him, hanging helplessly from a rusty chain, was the figure once nicknamed the 'Bloodmoon Angel'. Seraphina Thorne. A shrill scream escaped the woman's throat, breaking the terrible silence. "Oh my! Julian, for the sake of the moon goddess, stop! It hurts... please... I'm your wife!" roared Seraphina. The skin on his left arm had been ripped open, the blood flowing non-stop because the silver dagger's slash prevented his wolf from regenerating.

Hearing Aaron shamelessly lie about betraying me for the safety of our pack, I felt a surge of adrenaline course through my veins. Aaron's callous words and betrayal had pushed me to my breaking point. With a swift, decisive motion, I reached for the silver dagger piercing my chest and pulled it out, ignoring the searing pain that followed. Before Aaron could react, I lunged at him, my movements fueled by a mix of rage and determination. He seemed taken aback, perhaps underestimating my strength and resolve. With a primal roar, I drove the dagger straight into his heart, making sure not to miss a beat.

His men had done quite an impressive job on their victim. Leaning forward, a sharp tool flashed in his tattooed hands as he spoke ...his personal favourite weapon. A double blade dagger with his initials engraved on its side "This is what we're going to continue doing, for every wrong answer you give I'll rip off one of your body parts ...there's plenty you don't need to be alive" he paused, to see the desired effect of his words on the man.

Alpha Dan spoke calmly. “It’s fine.” “Good. So, look at this.” Alpha Dan said as he placed a dagger on the table. Reece stared at it and wondered why the dagger’s cover looked so ancient. “It’s a Pugio dagger. Perfect for the job.” Alpha Dan said, then Reece took it up and removed its cover. “Be careful. It’s laced with poison.” “What kind of poison?” Reece asked. “Mors Velox. It’s a selfmade poison.”

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

POV: Ash Ryder "Get out of my way, you mindless filth, or I’ll paint this ice with whatever rot you have for blood!" Ash’s voice was no longer the steady, commanding baritone of the Silverfang Alpha. It was a jagged, raw snarl that vibrated with a terrifying lack of restraint. He lunged forward, his silver dagger flashing in a lethal arc as it sank into the neck of a Shadow-beast. The creature, a twisted mass of smoke and elongated bone, didn't even have time to hiss before Ash ripped the blade sideways, decapitating it with a spray of violet ichor that sizzled against the frozen ground.

But at the bottom, in small, precise letters, was the only line that mattered: Kaine Solstice: Amnesty Granted. "Well?" Nergal asked. He slid a small, ceremonial dagger across the table. The blade was obsidian. The handle wrapped in silver wire. "It's a death sentence," I whispered. My throat felt like it was filled with ground glass. "Only if you run," Nergal smiled. His lips pulled back over teeth that were too white. Too sharp. "Sign." I picked up the dagger. It was heavier than it looked. The weight dragged my hand down.

She reaches into her silver sash, her fingers moving with a swift, practiced motion that defies her serene, mocking expression. With a flash of cold, polished metal, she draws a silver dagger not to strike at me, not to strike at my vanguard, but to draw a final, fatal line in the sand of our family history. She lifts the blade, her wicked, unhinged laughter filling the chamber like the tolling of a funeral bell as she points the silver point directly at her own throat, watching with ecstatic delight as Aichonne’s neck begins to bleed from an identical, phantom cut.

⭐ Aria POV ⭐ The dagger was purely made of silver, it reflected the light on it flawlessly and it had a white handle around it with a jade on it. The priestess smiled at the two of us and stood right between us. I looked at the few people around us and they smiled happily except for Kathrine, she pressed her lips together. Although she had warmed up to me a lot in the past days, she still didn’t accept me as her son’s mate. I also invited alpha Leo, who was like a father to me. Another priest walked towards us with a cup in his hand. It was the same as the dagger.

The light inside shifted - sapphire to violet to something darker, like the color of a dying flame. Nythera. I didn’t say it aloud, but the name burned through my skull like a brand. I grabbed the dagger from my belt - pure silver, the same blade that had once killed a cursebound alpha. If it could cut through darkness once, it could again. “I don’t care what you are,” I hissed. “You don’t touch her.” The gem flared, like it was laughing. I raised the dagger high and brought it down. The impact rang through the room like thunder. A blinding flash erupted from the stone, knocking me backward. The dagger flew from my grip, clattering across the floor.