Black Butler Dagger の小説・ストーリー

The air hums with ancient power, potent and waiting, raising every hair on my body. At the centre, on a weathered stone pedestal warded by softly glowing runes, lies the Silver Dagger. The blade gleams pure and deadly, its edge catching faint torchlight like captured moonlight; the handle is intricately carved into a howling wolf, fierce and regal, a blood-red ruby embedded in the hilt like a captive star.

I was fighting like the ancient royalty I truly was. I grabbed a heavy iron candlestick and swung it at his head. He blocked it, but the force made him stumble. "You have potential," Cassius growled, blood trickling from his forehead. "Too bad it has to be wasted on this family." He suddenly pulled out a strange, curved dagger made of black obsidian. It looked evil and ancient. "But games are over." He charged. I couldn't dodge in time. The black blade pierced my side. Agony shot through my body, different from any pain I knew. The dagger seemed to suck the energy right out of me. My knees buckled.

Kate had somehow attacked the men, tearing their flesh out like a butcher in his workshop. “Arghhh!!!” I groaned as I fell to the ground. I arched forward as my back crashed into something sharp. I coughed up blood, my limbs unable to respond to my calls. Enduring the pain, I raise my head, looking for the source of my pain. I gasped seeing my legs feet away from my limbs and a sharp iron rod from the crumbled walls shooting up from my stomach. Blood gushed out. “Blood!” Anderson chorused, climbing on top of me. His eyes were focused on my neck, his mouth drooling like he had seen something delicious.

‘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.

“Near the northern border. In the roots of the split tree.” He unwrapped it slowly. A dagger. Ornate. Blackened. Blood-stained. Kael froze. Lyra took a step back. Because she recognized it, too. It was the ceremonial dagger of the Bloodborn Guard. And carved into its hilt was a single letter. K.

This place was a mirror — broken, sacred, bloodstained. Like her. She walked the aisle slow, letting her heels echo like war drums on the marble. She wore no crown. No lace. No makeup save for the blood-red slash across her lips. Her suit was matte black, double-breasted, the jacket tailored to the lines of command. At her side was a dagger. Not concealed. Not subtle. A Benedetti blade, etched with her grandfather’s initials, kissed once by her mother’s blood.

He wanted to snatch the clinging dagger. Jace tried to stop him. He ran to overtake Franco, but Franco was faster. Franco took the dagger and screamed as his hand touched the base, which was also made of black bone. The dagger clinked on the marble floor, and Franco slipped and fell. Jace pulled the rest of Franco's shirt up with one hand and grabbed the dagger with the other. The dagger made of black bones glowed brightly and was shrouded in black smoke that coiled intensely. The black smoke wrapped around Jace's arm, and it was as if the black bone dagger had fused and become part of his hand.

"You filthy lowlife! You will tremble in the face of death and face your demise as you deserve to." Cyrus opened his mouth all of a sudden, spitting out a dagger. The dagger was completely black in color. It was covered densely in runes, emitting a terrifying aura as soon as Cyrus held it. "Be careful, sir! That's a Ghost Sword, it has the power to decay anything," Yumi shouted. There were too many ninjas in the room, and many of her men were already injured. Yumi had no choice but to join the battle, two swords appearing in her hands as she slashed her way into the battlefield.

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.

asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.