Annabeth's Dagger Novels & Stories

"May I have a moment alone with my daughter?" "of course." With one final look my way, she left. Once the door was closed, Father reached into his back pocket. Pulling out a small dagger, he held it out towards me. "Father?" I spoke. Gently grasping the handle, I looked up at him confused. "I made this just for you, Annabelle." "But... I already have one." I spoke. Smirking, Father pulled out a leather garter for the dagger. "Did you think I hadn't noticed you lost my knife all those years ago?"

I carefully stepped toward the altar where the dagger rested, its black blade shimmering with an unnatural light. The surrounding air seemed to thrum with dark energy, as if the weapon itself was alive, waiting to be wielded. My fingers closed around the hilt, it felt cold and heavy, sending a jolt up my arm. This was what Morgan needed…they were very important pieces to complete her plan. With the Moon Stone and this dagger in our hands, nothing could stand in our way. Now all that remained was Raven. With Rowan fallen, no one stood between us and her.

He coughs, as he dangles upside down from the chains around his ankles. I stand in front of him, the sound of his cries laced with a sardonic laugh encases me as I yank his upper body up by the roots of his hair, forcing him to meet my deadly glare. "It's always fun and games in the underworld until someone's pathetic soul is slowly getting sucked out of them,” I mutter, releasing him as I take the dagger out of the inside of the heel of my oxford dress shoes. Anastazia gave me the stainless steel dagger with a brown leather handle on the eve of our first wedding anniversary. I've never left the mansion without it as the scripture on it speaks to me on so many levels.

“Case, may I ask you something?” “You know we passed that formality a long time ago, son. Just ask away. But, of course, what is it about?” “Actually, it’s Nirvana who wants to inquire?” “Um, who gave you that antique sword displayed in your office?” “That’s the only thing I kept when your mother died.” Knight and I shared a look. “I think it’s the dagger.” “But it looks different from the one in the picture.” “Yes, but Ambrose can create glamour. I was thinking that the dagger was hidden inside that sword. The size is perfect, the sword is longer, and it doesn’t look like swords from the Knights Templar that everyone wouldn’t be interested in.”

Eddie asked again. "Your questions are getting too much Ambrose. It's time for you to go". Amina said and disappeared. BACK TO PRESENT Eddie smiled and brought out the dagger Amina gave to him. " You guys remember this?". Eddie showed it to the rest. " Wait, where did you get that? It vanished when you used it to kill Emilia". Susannah answered Eddie. " What's that?". Princess Diana asked. " It's called Athame. This dagger can be used to kill any supernatural being, including me and Devoe". Eddie answered Princess Diana.

He didn't even bother to glance back as he scurried out the entrance. Where had Vivian gone? She was with Kayla a second ago... A yard or so away from Kayla, Vivian was cutting down the Shadows like butter. She had taken out her dagger from the silver necklace. Our mother had our necklaces specially crafted to revealed a deadly dagger with just a thought. Her silver blade had an orange gem on the pommel which glinted in the light. The look on her face told me she meant business as her her eyes were blazing with fury.

Even from a distance, his presence made Zoe’s heart skip. Sara and Nikola were nearby, standing beside a stack of weapons. Sara was carefully inspecting a silver-edged dagger, while Nikola tested the balance of a longsword. The sight of them grounded Zoe - they were her pack, her family, and they were in this together. As Zoe approached, Sara caught sight of her and waved her over. “Hey! Did you see this?” She held up the dagger, its blade glinting menacingly. “Custom forged, silver core, and runes for extra damage against anything dark magic-related. We’re definitely taking this.”

Her silver dagger—her most trusted weapon—lay a foot away, its blade glinting faintly in the dim light. “NO!” Lyndon’s roar echoed across the clearing. He was sprinting toward her, his boots kicking up dust, and before the rogue could lunge again, he slammed into its side, his shoulder driving into the creature’s ribs. With a guttural snarl, he wrenched it off Anastasia, tossing it aside like a ragdoll. But it was too late. When I fell to my knees beside her, I saw the damage—her neck and shoulder were torn open, the wounds raw and bleeding uncontrollably, her skin already growing pale beneath the blood.

He stated. Audrey tried to catch her breath, “killing her was the only way I could get back at her for what she did.” Audrey replied still squatting over Anna’s body. She couldn’t believe what had happened. "But how is it possible for Anna to be defeated by just a dagger?" Alex asked, surprised. Audrey stood up and faced him. "It was laced in wolf's bane and high silver," she said, holding up the dagger. Alex gasped in shock. "How did you get that?" he asked, staring at the blade.

The two ran down the forest as they were trying to reach the location of the forest as fast as they could. When they finally saw the nest and saw that there was no bird attending it at the moment, Abby immediately headed straight to the tree where it was perched. Yet before she could start climbing, Eugene stopped her. "Here, take this." He said as he handed her a small dagger. "Whenever its voice was getting into you and you are starting to feel sleepy, wound your palm with this to keep you awake. Its blade was infused with a special potion I concocted myself."