Novelas y relatos de Black Butler Dagger

‘Would you like to find out? Maybe I’ll do the same thing to you that I did to her,’ he said while pulling something out from behind his back, ‘or perhaps you deserve something worse.’ My eyes rounded as I locked onto the same dagger that Luna Yurena used on me the night of the masquerade ball—the beautifully designed silver dagger with wolfsbane embedded in the blade. A perfect weapon to use against a werewolf, especially one who hadn’t reached full access to their wolf yet.

But the black gleaming object did not pursue him; as if satisfied in driving him far away, it circled back and stopped, hovering right in front of Winsome Widow. It was a short dagger. A short weapon with a blade as black as the darkest night, exuding a chilly aura that would make any foe's blood run cold. The scholar, with the other warriors who had been watching from the side, could not believe their eyes. Another powerful Sacred Relic!? Winsome Widow was surprised to see the black dagger, but she knew who sent it. She seized the short weapon and channeled her fire-based magic, imbuing its blade with tongues of flames that glowed with a burgeoning aura of its own.

A silver chalice rested upon a wooden platform just beneath the steps. "You will adapt quickly,” Arito said, and a lump slid painfully down my throat. I didn’t like the direction this was taking. He opened the wooden box carefully and placed it atop the structure between us. Then, from the black suitcase, he retrieved a sharp ceremonial dagger. I flinched immediately, my heart lurching violently inside my chest. "You shiver like a cat drenched beneath the rain,” Arito remarked calmly. I stared at his wrinkled face and streaks of gray hair in horror before quickly turning my gaze back toward Alpha Dreadlock.

It was flat, dry, and completely devoid of life, like dry autumn leaves scraping across concrete. Katherine’s smile widened, her dark eyes flashing with a wicked, victorious light. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ The high priest turned toward a young acolyte, who held up a velvet-lined silver tray containing an ancient, ceremonial obsidian dagger. The blade was dark as night, its edge sharp enough to split a single hair.

Luca reached into the chair beside him next. Unlike everyone else, he didn’t say much. He simply held out a long black box toward me. I took it carefully and opened it. Nestled inside dark velvet was the most beautiful dagger I had ever seen. The handle was matte black wrapped with dark leather, elegant and deadly at the same time. Slowly, I lifted it from the box. It balanced perfectly in my hand. My thumb brushed over something carved near the base of the blade.

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

The silver blade of the "System Dagger" did not draw blood when it struck Kaelen; it drew "Static." The moment the tip of the weapon made contact with the boy’s chest, the courtyard of the Blackwood Keep exploded in a flurry of grey, redacted pixels. Kaelen let out a shriek that sounded like a thousand glass bells shattering, but his body didn't fall. It "Lacked."

At least one of us was enjoying this. Bastian slowly descended the steps of the altar. Holding something in his hand and my stomach dropped. It was a dagger, precisely the ritual dagger, it had dark metal lined with ancient runes. A crimson gemstone embedded into the hilt. The moment I saw it the goddess stirred within me, I knew it was a bad sign. That blade wasn’t ordinary. Bastian noticed my reaction and his smile sharpened. “You recognize it.” I didn’t answer. The dagger looked like the void itself had been forged into steel, it radiated hunger and it was a weapon designed for one purpose.

" the doctor said, fidgety. "No, doctor.." she shook her head but her face said it all. It became dull and pale. "Are you sure? Let me ask Mr Black.." he said and dialled a number on his phone while she knitted her brows in confusion. Mr Black? Who is he and why the hell is he asking him to insert a blood bag into her? Is he with Van Dough? Thinking of this made Amelia seriously worried.. her ocean blue eyes were bulged out in fear.. as if she was in a trance.

We have a country to put into balance. Chidi " As you wish sir but it I may ask. Why not use Black Ace instead of using this dangerous individuals? King" (laughs) Black Ace is our ace in the hole, our failsafe, our kill switch and our ultimate weapon. Her skills is required for only special assignments. Just in case we have any emergency, she's the one to take care of it. Any questions? Chidi " No sir. King" Good. Carry on then. ****************************