Annabeth's Dagger Novels & Stories

my mother divulged staring at the red pin on it, I remembered vividly where I saw that exact same knife, I saw it in one of my father's diaries. "When our ancestors call you do not reject, they'll guide you and lead you to victory" these words were registered in my mind. I walked out and walked back in alongside the Queen mother, I was happy that she was willing to save Ethan. "This is an ancient dagger and it's said that only the Queen mother is allowed to touch this dagger once it's used" My mother divulged,

A tray of luxury I didn’t ask for. I stepped forward, snatched the dress, and turned to the maid. “Tell Elijah…” I paused, cracking a grin. “…the Ghost Knife doesn’t go anywhere without her blades.” ---

I peeled back the cloth. The dagger. My dagger. The one with the white wolf crest carved into the hilt, the same one Thalia had pressed into my palm the night everything had burned down. The one I’d carried through Iceland, through Florida, through every life I’d lived before this one. The one I’d believed was safely locked away in Ravenwood’s secured wing.

Since then ravens are revered in the kingdom as guardians and a manifestation of Fiachra, and the piece of the Fiachra’s flexible armor remained an artifact that is believed to protect the whole kingdom. The dagger in her hand was an heirloom to those who are rightful or next in line to the throne, and it was given to Morrigan from the day she was born. It was also the only thing that reminded her of her family and had kept her sane. The only thing that protects her right now. She unsheathed it and stared at her reflection. It was different from the Morrigan she saw on the broken mirror last night, this Morrigan had bloodshot eyes but not with anger, but with sadness and longing. A knock sta

You couldn’t hear me, and you stopped moving. I look down at the dagger to see the sable eye moving and blinking. ‘It’s Micah. I saw him again. He said he would always be with me by my side in spirit. I get it now!’ I say, standing with a smile. ‘Part of Micah is in this dagger. Micah wasn’t kidding when he said he had carved his eye in the dagger so he could always keep his eye on me. He said he would always be by my side! Don’t you get it? The dagger is always by my side, whether it’s tucked in my belt or sheathed in my baldric. Micah has always been with me from the moment he died, here in this very dagger. His spirit has always been with me! This is why I could hear him whisper my name a

“Of course. Welcome, Sira Andreya. How may the Na’Himara be of service?” Andreya pulled out the wrapped dagger, carefully unwrapping it and holding it out on her open palms. “This was found at the site of a Goblin attack. We have not seen a blade like this, and we suspect that it has mystic qualities. We would very much like to have it inspected, and to let us know if it is indeed infused with magic, and if so, how it may be countered.”

Good job Arnold! “On me!” I yelled. The battle cry made Annabeth panic and she turned to glare at me wondering what I was up to, but she was not fast enough, Arnold released his arrow straight into Annabeth’s chest. “No!” She cried extending her claws to slice through Bella. Not on my watch… I was in front of her in a split second. I snatched Bella away from her just as she was stretching her ugly sharp claws. They caught through a piece of my skin but I was prepared for the blow.

With a sharp metal object in her hand, she stood in the middle of the room. Relief and resolve flashed in the depths of her eyes as they met mine. "Dominick," she said steadily. Anabella materialized behind her with a dagger to her neck before I could reply. Anabella growled, "Take one step closer, and she's dead."

He asked. “ I need my weapon. " She said and he sighed. " I'll get it. “ He said and left the room. He came back few minutes later with her bow and arrows. " Mother. “ Bellamy called and Queen Minerva nodded. " Alicent. “ " I know. “ Alicent said and brought a dagger with blue sapphire handle from her undergarment. " Cole I need your help with this. “ She said and handed the dagger over to Cole.

she gasped. Caleb swung his staff, sending a ripple of green light across the floor that pushed the fissure’s glow back a few feet. “Ava, do something with that thing! It’s why they’re here.” Ava’s pulse hammered. She didn’t even know what the dagger could do. The runes along its hilt writhed, shifting into shapes she almost recognised — claws, moons, a heart. The whisper in her head returned: Guide or devour.