Annabeth's Dagger Novels & Stories

However, after that, a sharp dagger with strange writings on it appeared in front of her. Elowyn looked at the dagger that had an enormous aura emitting from it and, without much emotion, she picked it up. It was sharp and looking at the writings on it, Elowyn couldn’t help but find the writings a bit familiar. It was as if she had seen them somewhere, but she just couldn’t recall where exactly. Nonetheless, with the dagger in hand, she knew exactly what she had to do. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes before snapping them open.

The dagger hummed, its jagged obsidian blade pulsing with a rhythmic, ghostly light that matched the frantic beating of Micah’s own heart. "You are a fool, Micah! That blade doesn't just cut flesh; it severs the thread of existence!" Morga, the High Priestess, stepped from the shadows of the ravens’ wings, her eyes glowing with a sickly emerald fire. "You steal from the very hands that raised you? For a girl who is already a queen of ghosts?"

Her reaction was stiff, but Celeste hugged her anyway, assuming she’d had a difficult day. “You’re back… I’m glad,” Anora said quietly, her eyes drifting to the silver dagger at Celeste’s waist. She gasped. “Isn’t that the king’s dagger?” “I’m holding it for safekeeping,” Celeste explained, a blush she couldn’t hide warming her face. Just then, a presence leaned against a nearby shelf. Maeve stood there, a smile on her lips, her bronze skin glowing against pastel pink silk. “I knew I’d find you here,” Maeve said, her voice light.

He looked at me, I don't know why I found his eyes very hypnotic. I followed him and stood beside him; he looked at me and answered, “ A day before you came she suddenly disappeared. I think it is Destiny’s will. Wherever she goes I pray that she's fine, that the gods protect her as I protect her." He placed his face on his palm, not long enough he stood up. He was in a daze. "Does a katana or a sword showed to you?” he asked me while still in a daze. I grab the sword hidden, behind in my blouse and showed it to him. He seems surprised and scared. I asked, “ Why do you looked scared?

But she just looks around at the dying girls and gulps the potion in one go. The bottle dropping from her hands as she breathes heavily. Opening her palm. "Give it to me." She says and that's when one of them opens a bag and brings out a case from it. The princess didn't wait, opening the case ,she stares at the beautifully crafted piece of dagger. My heart stops for a second....the dagger.....it was the same.... What the hell is going on? This is the Rebel's dagger....what does it even mean. "Be careful princess."

Annabel’s POV The afternoon light streamed through the tall windows, casting a warm glow on the elegant space. I had joined the pack warriors earlier to train, and it felt so good to know this body was a very strong one. After having a shower, I was now leisurely dressed in a flowing gown of light blue silk, the fabric catching the light as I moved. Liza’s wardrobe is so full of nice dresses, that I have to dress like I’m attending an event even at home.

“I’ll keep that in mind, Annabeth. So how will you convert his negative energy into positive reverse cursed energy? I can’t come running to you every time he breaks the rules.” She nodded and went inside while I waited for her to return. Even after an hour, I sat alone in the living room, waiting for Annabeth. Where was she? What was the hold-up? Should I leave? Wasn’t she interested in helping me? I stood up, still in a dilemma, when she emerged with a purple obsidian pendant attached to a black-beaded thread on her palm. She held it out to me, and I took it from her.

"Let blood soak earth. Sigils activate." She handed Hilda a wicked-looking dagger. The blade curved slightly, the metal so dark it seemed to absorb light. Runes were etched along the hilt. Hilda took the dagger, her face expressionless as she examined it.

The vital liquid comforted him. It seemed that the Kingsguard were also celebrating, for the castle was unusually free of guards where there normally were, but understandably, they were close to the celebration, looking after the King, his wife, the Queen, the princess, and all of Astor's noble guests; They were alert for Anabel's disappearance, but they had not realized that the woman had lived in the castle years ago and knew of a secret and forgotten passage, through which she entered the fortress without being seen. "Have this, you'll need it," Anabel told him and handed him the dagger, which had been his only companion since he ran away from home.

I turn to look at Shari and she nods once I look at Athena and back at Shari when she steps forward. “She will be safe. She would have to do this sooner or later. Here, take this.” She hands me a jewelled dagger. I examine it. It’s beautiful. The blade is silver, symbols etched into the blade. The same symbols that are still under my skin. The handle is made of moonstone that spirals up to a diamond on top. It’s beautiful. “This dagger belongs to the Moon Goddess. It will protect you when you are in danger. Raise it above your head and chant the words that enter your mind.” I nod at her words when she puts it back into a jewelled sheath and ties the leather around my waist.