Black Butler Dagger Novels & Stories

What they face was not the weak and helpless ant-like cultivator as they had expected but the wrath of the grim reaper in a black butler tuxedo wielding a rapier. “Sir, I’m afraid you’re in the wrong and at the wrong time. Might I suggest you evacuate out of here at once? Otherwise, I’ll need to forcefully remove you from this world.” The butler in the black tuxedo said toward the invaders in a British accent. The invaders look at each other before some of them rush at the Butler and get turned into thousands of slices of meat cubes as they fall to the ground that was littered with their blood, innards, and organs.

The dark mana formed a dark slender handle, with a long curving blade fastened at the end. It was scythe. One wrong move, it can cut my head right now. “HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH” the heretic let out an insulting laugh. He shouldn’t, he doesn’t have the time. A blurry black figure appeared on his back. It outlined a young man with its black robe covering him up. The only thing visible was his bright emerald eyes glowing under the dark. Like a snake, Zen’s right hand who was holding his dagger coursed through the air at incredible a speed as it made its way towards the neck of the opponent.

This was the only thing they were allowed to carry with them, and another one would be provided to their Betas. I had never paid attention earlier and just picked whatever my hand chose, but seeing the last one gave me another sign of hope. On the dagger’s blade was an intricate carving of patterns that somehow resembled a butterfly, reminding me of the endearment he would address me with. I placed the dagger into his hands, letting my fingers brush against his before covering his palms with the weapon between us.

I stepped inside. The scent of iron grew thick. Not fresh blood. Old blood. Sacred blood. Spilled in sacrifice. And on the pedestal at the center of the circular chamber— There it was. The twin dagger. The blade was made of black glass, and the hilt was carved from bone and wrapped in woven strands of silver hair. It wasn’t resting. It was waiting. Just like the other had waited for her. But this one... This one wasn’t meant to be wielded. It was meant to judge.

Slowly, the two halves of the altar slid apart, grinding across the ash-ringed floor until a cavity yawned open between them. Inside lay a dagger. It was nothing like the crude hunting blades Silas carried. This was a ritual weapon, slender and wickedly curved, its hilt wrapped in dark leather etched with runes that seemed to shift when looked at too long. The blade itself was silver so pure it seemed almost liquid, but down the centre ran a vein of black, pulsing faintly like a living thing. Ava’s breath caught. “It’s real…” The child-wolf crouched low, ears flat, eyes fixed on the dagger. In Ava’s mind a rush of images slammed into her: a hand driving that blade into a chest; a man’s face

Such a wussy, can't believe Simran slept with this coward. “You are Black Heart.” the girl muttered. I didn't reply to her. My focus was on my prey. “Stanley. A few years ago, you violated my soulmate. You committed a sin against me and against God. I have come as a punishment unto you. If you had not committed this great sin, I would not have come to you. But rejoice oh sinful one, for today you shall make atonement for your great sin.” I said to him as I took a dagger from my suit pocket. The S dagger was invented in 2003 by the Americans. It's also known as the Butterfly knife.

Malice… she went frozen stiff, getting to see what was in his hands. “Where did you get that?!” She climbed down the bed when she remembered to move again. “Where did I get what?” he teased maliciously, seeing her shocked face. “That’s…” “Oh, this?” He held up the dagger. The black, slim, grip. Metallic pommel. And… “You seem like you’ve seen a ghost. This is just a ruined dagger, isn’t this?” He drawled. “Somebody must have thrown this into a stove. The blade is all blackened.”

She sounded elated as she unlocked it. Clarissa gasped as the top creaked open. Inside was a pair of onyx daggers. But they were not like the ones that were at the shop. The handles were ornately carved with ancient runes. The looping blade of the dagger was black. One side was sharp and smooth until the jagged serrated section right before it disappeared into the handle. On the side that was not sharp, there were a series of loops connected with red copper. “Take them, my child.” The old lady whispered breathlessly.

Tabitha yelled, dropping the dagger and placing her hands out in defense. I watched the dagger fall to the floor, it had an obsidian blade with silver and black runes that ran through the center, I looked up and eyed this woman, her demeanor didn't change but the frightened look seemed genuine. "Why did you have a dagger behind your back, were you not planning on murdering me?" She wrenched her fingers open and closed again, still holding them up in defence. "I know that's what it looked like, but finding out that you were a magic user too, I–."

-SKELETON DAGGER / RARITY: NORMAL TO RARE (BLUE TAG)- STR: 4 AGI: 5 DURABILITY: 100/100 AN UNKNOWN APPRENTICE BLACKSMITH WITH ALOT OF POTENTIAL CREATED A WEAPON THAT GOAL WAS TO SLAY THE ENEMIES IN FRONT, BY THE GREAT POTENTIAL THE WEAPON IS NEAR TO RARE AND THE PERFECTION HUNDRED REFINEMENT IS VERY NEAR. IT'S SHAPE WAS METICULOUSLY COMPARE TO A COMBAT KNIFE. USING THE SKELETON AS A BASE ITS A DURABLE WEAPON THAT CAN FIGHT A HUNDRED BATTLE.