Anime Dagger Novels & Stories

Angie, with a flexible body, was a deadly killer, like an angel of death. She loved using daggers on her enemies—daggers coated with deadly poison, one that could kill within seconds. Just one stab or two, and her enemies went down to their deaths, bleeding from every hole. After slashing the neck of the girl in her hand, she watched the girl trembled as pain enveloped her, making her stumbled and fall to her death. Angie then turned to face a man almost twice her size.

But if that was the case shouldn't he have felt the mate bond when they held her against her will? That was something to ponder on later one. Agron was distracted and too busy with Eden so he didn’t see me coming. All deities had a weakness and just like mine was obsidian, Agron’s was Erionite and Hades had given me a dagger made purely out of said stone. Without hesitating I plunged the dagger into his mid back causing him to release a roar before falling to the ground. I signaled for Eden to leave which she thankfully did. I withdrew the dagger then using my foot I flipped him making him face upwards.

Caden fought with the ferocity of a storm, his blade a silver whirlwind cutting through flesh and bone with merciless precision. Aria flattened herself against a pillar, its moss-slick surface cold against her back. Her dagger trembled in her sweat-damp hand—she was no warrior, yet standing still wasn’t an option. Her pulse thundered in her ears as she slipped through the shadows, threading between the stones toward Marcus. His chanting swelled, the air crackling with dark energy that prickled her skin like static. Steeling herself, she lunged, aiming her dagger at his unprotected back. But Marcus whirled with uncanny speed, his bony fingers clamping around her wrist. He twisted until pain l

My heart raced against my ribcage with each step I took, and seeing my friend’s blood on my hand, I couldn’t help but feel my chest ache. Entering the bathroom, I stared at my reflection for a second as I turned the faucet on to wash the blood off my hands. My eyes held anger, hatred, and darkness like never before, and I knew that all these emotions were directed at ONE person, and one person alone. I, Alpha Dante D’Angelo, will not rest or stop until you are dead, Giovanni D’Angelo. It is time for you to sleep with one eye open, because I am coming for you…

He asked through gritted teeth, clenching his fist like he was ready for a fight. "You know why". I sipped from the bottle. "You blackmailed her". He merely smiled. "She was never yours. Bastards like you don't deserve her". "Neither do bitches like you". I replied before another sip. "You're here for me. If you really are, drop your weapon and kill me with your bare hands". Sweet. "Okay". I shrugged in agreement before pulling my pocket knife from my pants pocket and placing it on the island. This should be easy.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

*TIINK* *TIINK* *THUNK* Three different daggers, same location. Mane was surprised by the accuracy of their strikes, for each tossed dagger struck the same section of his neck, and the last one created a dent in his diamond body. Mane swiftly performed a sweeping kick, forcing the assassins to abandon their pursuit and seek solace in the sky. Then he flipped back up; but there was one who had been lying in wait. Once Mane’s back was presented to him, he struck.

The pain was unlike any other pain he had gone through before, and then he felt a quick spasm in his chest. He looked down at his body and found his dark dagger embedded just below his rib cage, powerful enough to hurt but not serious enough to kill him. Not immediately. “Bitch,” he whimpered between snarling and biting his bloodied lips. “I'm done playing,” Diana angrily said, peering into his eyes as her fangs lengthened, and she did something she thought she would never do. She let go of the last bits of herself that tethered the predator inside.

“Take the blade.” I tighten my grip on the dagger, planting my feet. Aria roars in my mind, a queen demanding her throne, as I raise the silver blade to meet them.

His presence was enough. Lysander stood behind me, the dark dagger in his hand, its blade pulsing with pale blue light, awake after its long sleep. The dagger had been dark since the mountain, since the first shadow fell, but now it blazed again, as if it knew that this battle was the one it had been waiting for.