Annabeth's Dagger Novels & Stories

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.

After dinner, Ava found herself back in her bedroom with the dagger in her hands. Pondering on how it was possible for her to call for it to be in her hands. She glanced at the hilt, which looked medieval. It had bits of sapphire within the handle. Her eyes wandered towards the blade and saw near the area of the hilt of the steel and saw some ancient writing.

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.

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.

The walls were lined with strange symbols, glowing faintly in the dim light. “What is this place?” Mark muttered, his voice echoing. “A place of power,” Caroline replied. “The witches who hid the dagger wanted to make sure it stayed protected.” As they ventured deeper, the cave opened into a large chamber. At its center stood a pedestal, and on it lay a dagger unlike anything Olivia had ever seen. The blade shimmered like moonlight, and its hilt was adorned with intricate carvings. “The Lunar Dagger,” Caroline whispered. Olivia stepped forward, her heart pounding. She could feel the dagger calling to her, its magic resonating with her own. But as she reached for it, a sudden roar echoed thro

Suddenly, the picture in her head was getting clearer, she remembered she had seen the dagger somewhere before. “Was it in my past life? She asked herself touching her forehead with her second hand. Arianna decided to leave with the dagger, as she concluded there was more to it. As she took a few steps away from the wardrobe, she instantly remembered where she saw the dagger. It was as if the wardrobe was responsible for blocking her from seeing the picture clearer all this while. The dagger turned out to be the same dagger that was used to stab her mother in her vision. It immediately dawned on her that the people she was toying with were deadly!

Holding it, she felt its connection to her, its power, its thread woven through time. ‘Where did you get that?’ Eli asked. His surprise was evident in his voice. ‘Mathilda gave it to me. This is more than just a dagger. It was magically forged from Clarissa’s remains, for this very purpose. Mathilda kept it safe all these years.’ ‘What… does it do?’ Mark asked. He seemed fascinated by the dagger, shining his light towards it. ‘It blocks magic,’ Faye answered. ‘This dagger will prevent Magnus and Mary from using their powers against us. It will trap them in Nolan and Anna’s husks. But even so, we can’t underestimate them.’

Hunters were such a pain especially when they were in a group of more than three. Anna had two daggers that Raphael gave her as a promise to always protect her. Now it was to protect the very family that was in exile. Erik had given Abbey a double edge axe as she loved to swing stuff around. She had learned very quickly on how to use it. Byron had thought to give Kaitlyn a short sword as her arms were smaller and she could swipe faster at it. Belle held the black obsidian spear Zephyr gave to her a few days before she had been exiled. It could retract and fold out when necessary.

"Besides, Skye will need help carrying everything back." My mother looked like she wanted to argue, but something in my expression must have convinced her to let it go. "At least take this," she said, pulling a small dagger from a drawer. The blade gleamed silver in the light, etched with symbols I didn't recognize. "It's iron and silver alloy, blessed with protective magic. If you encounter anything hostile, this will hurt it." I took the dagger, feeling its weight in my hand. It felt solid, reassuring. "Thank you."