Black Butler Dagger Novels & Stories

But at the bottom, in small, precise letters, was the only line that mattered: Kaine Solstice: Amnesty Granted. "Well?" Nergal asked. He slid a small, ceremonial dagger across the table. The blade was obsidian. The handle wrapped in silver wire. "It's a death sentence," I whispered. My throat felt like it was filled with ground glass. "Only if you run," Nergal smiled. His lips pulled back over teeth that were too white. Too sharp. "Sign." I picked up the dagger. It was heavier than it looked. The weight dragged my hand down.

Belief. I had given all three. The scars lived on my skin. My mind held the names of those who died in divine silence. My faith had fractured under what I had seen—but I stayed. And tonight, I would give more. I stepped onto the dais and lifted the ceremonial dagger—the Black Blade. Not forged metal, but obsidian fused with the bones of priestesses who had died mid-prophecy, minds split by divine madness. It could cut through flesh… and fate. I drew it across my palm again, deeper than before. My blood struck the altar and hissed.

Vane leads me to a small chest in the back. He opens it. Inside is a pair of twin daggers. The handles are carved from white bone. The blades are thin. slightly curved. "These belonged to an assassin from the southern wastes." Vane says. "They are balanced for a smaller hand. Try them." I pick them up. They feel like an extension of my arms. I give them a quick spin. They cut the air with a hiss. "I like them." I say. "Good." Vane says. "Because the scouts just returned. The Shadow Claw aren't at the river anymore."

Meanwhile, Adrian came to my side, and looking at me with more questions, he picked me in his arms. «she needs a doctor, now,» he said and escorted me to the open room, Atlas’s room. I held on to him, it felt weird, he was angry, warm, and afraid, and fear radiate out of him. He placed me on the bed and I felt a bolt of pain in my left arm where the wound was healing, making me scream my heart out; I looked at my hand, seeing black veins covering the wound. «What is that?» asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

“Blakely Nirvana Woodrow Thorne, daughter of Sophie and Ezra Thorne.” I rolled my eyes when nothing happened until I noticed the pointy edge at the upper right side. I pressed my thumb on it, prickling my skin, and it magically opened effortlessly. I chuckled at my naivety. The journal opened on the page about The Dagger— the blood dagger. The size seemed small, around seven to nine inches long. “A blood dagger is to be believed could kill any beings. A dagger made of the strongest metal on earth is soaked by the blood of beings of three kinds. A spell is read while the blood dripping is performed.”

-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.

"Did you come all the way up these stairs just to watch me walk to the chopping block?" Julian let out a short, dark laugh that sent a chill down my neck. "I came to give you your weapon," he said. He flipped the brass latch of the velvet box. The lid popped open with a quiet snap, revealing a dark silver dagger resting on a bed of red silk. The blade was strange—it wasn't forged from common iron or steel. It was carved from a single piece of ancient, glowing bone, etched with tiny runes that pulsed with a faint, dangerous violet light.

His ego was bigger than Odin's. She saw Leif's fingers turn white on the hilt of the dagger at his waist. He was clutching it so tightly she thought the thing might crack. She couldn't hear everything the stranger was saying, but the words were obviously making the younger man as furious as a raging bear. Ulfhild stifled a laugh behind her hand. The interloper's face was a mask of calm, but she thought she detected an underlying amusement there as well.

Travis was using zig zag sprint cutting through wolves both the fighters and the others that were powerless. "Demon blades" Ray called producing a white circle with the devil sign encrypted in it summoning the blades. He held the blade with his left hand and dashed forward to Travis. Travis was fast but he cant be has fast as a Ragon, a pure blood like Ray. Ray cut through his waist and halted at his back. "Get the fuck out" Ray said and Travis also laughed in pain. Travis pulled out his sword about to strike Ray but was stopped by James who blocked his strike with his demon blade which was red in colour.

Gripping his katana tightly, he was ready to step into the fight at any moment. If Tyr were to fall, Dhrishit would rush forward without hesitation. Tyr continuously used his dagger to block the attacks, but even the sharp Ormr Dagger could not break Black Mantle’s iron thorn. This showed that it was no ordinary weapon. “Hahaha, good… very good,” said Kirin, laughing while covered in blood. “Tyr, how do you feel fighting against me, Kirin Summers? “Grandfather Black Mantle, beat him. I want him alive, I want his bone marrow. Hahaha.”