Black Butler Dagger Novels & Stories

Being a chosen mate of Vincent Northgrey, the sole heir to the Winterhide Pack, meant that Iona had to leave her hometown--the Black Manes Pack. All preparations for Iona and Vincent's mating ceremony were complete. They only have to wait for Vincent to return from the hunt. However, besides bringing the catch, Vincent returned with a girl who was his fated mate. The day before her mating ceremony, Iona lost everything. So why is she now trapped in a mating cabin with a man she didn't know?

In the final year of my bond with vampire lord Saul, the curse of our pact struck, and I was overwhelmed by agony, but my lord was nowhere to be found. He had gone out. He left me to suffer. Alone. When the door finally creaked open the next morning, I looked up through bloodshot eyes—hope flickering like a dying candle. But he wasn't alone. He carried an unconscious woman in his arms, her head resting against his chest like she belonged there. Ignoring me as I curled up on the floor in pain, he first carried the woman to his room and called the old butler anxiously. "Jacinda's passed out. Hurry! Check if she's all right!" The old butler cautiously pleaded on my behalf, hoping our lord could save me first, but Saul frowned and interrupted: "Jacinda is in danger, and I have no mind to drink her blood now. She just needs to pull through herself. Believe me, she won't die. Right now, the priority is to save Jacinda." A frown and a glance in my direction was his only response to the old butler's desperate plea. With my only hope shattered, I clenched my teeth and slashed several long wounds on my arms and hands to drain blood for self-rescue. After a long period of weak convulsions, the curse of the pact finally ended. I lay in a pool of blood, sending a message with my last faint consciousness. "I promise I will leave him."

"Stop," he said huskily. "Turn around." Something in his voice made her obey. His was a voice used to commanding, used to getting him his own way. Usually she hated being spoken to that way, but not tonight. Tonight she wanted to obey every command he gave to bring the evening to its logical, inevitable and very satisfying conclusion. She turned, slowly, giving him full view of her butt and the cotton thong slicing her cheeks in half. Aware of his black eyes on her, she did something she'd never done for any man. She swayed to a rhythm in her head. With her back facing him, Abbey ran her hands down her waist, round her gyrating hips and placed one on each cheek. She let them explore across her skin, enjoying the way she felt and knowing he wanted to do the same. She glanced over her shoulder, cheekily giving him a view of her breasts and behind at the same time. His face was distorted with desire as he stood, mesmerized. She turned to face him fully. "I want you," he whispered. ………………………………………………. A cheating husband. A hidden camera. A desperate woman in too little clothing. Abbey thinks she’s prepared to seduce Damien Vane for a paycheck—until his hands, his voice, and his body turn the assignment into something wickedly irresistible. One night was supposed to fix her life… not set it on fire.

Manhattan was a silent witness when my world shattered into pieces. In a single cold night, the man I called my fiancé turned sacred promises into the cruelest betrayal. I fled to Miami, carrying raw wounds and a fractured identity, hoping the tropical bustle would swallow my past forever. Instead, fate threw me into the orbit of Jovan Bradford—a stoic billionaire who became my only sanctuary in the storm. Beneath the glittering Miami skyline, Jovan offered a security that felt addictive. He was the kind of man who would stop the world just to ensure I could breathe in peace. But this safety came with a steep price. As a dark obsession from my past began to crawl back through black roses and tangible terror, I realized the truth. My presence threatened the very throne and reputation Jovan had painstakingly built. Now, I stand at a deadly crossroads. Do I keep running like a coward, or stop and fight beside the man who has risked everything for me? As secret after secret unravels, I have to ask myself—is this love my final harbor, or the dagger that will destroy us both?

The year I turned sixteen, the water supply of Moonlight Pack was contaminated. A desperate, burning thirst spread through every household. Owen was the one who found me half-dead and carried me home. His parents didn't just open their door to me. They shared what little water and food they had left. Everyone said it was because we were fated mates, destined to be together. But anyone could see the truth. His family loved me from the bottom of their hearts. The year I turned twenty, Owen asked me to be his mate. He gave me a silver dagger he'd forged with his own hands. He said that when he wasn't by my side, this dagger would protect me in his place. That very night, I used it to kill everyone in his family.

The dagger goes in before she understands her consort is the one holding it. ——— My consort is the one holding the blade. I fall into the Forbidden Zone with his voice in my ear — *You were never going to be the queen this kingdom needed, Rose is everything you are not* — and every stroke downward the Hollow drinks my color, my voice, my breath. As I sink through the dark I understand, in a rising tide of memory I can no longer outrun, what I refused to see: my cousin Rose has been his lover for three years. My uncle Rick has been my father's killer for seven months. I hit the Hollow's floor among the skeletons of seven women who came before me. I should die there. A black pearl pulses in the dark and asks me one question. I say yes. What rises from the Forbidden Zone is not the princess they pushed. My scales burn blood-red shot through with molten gold and piercing teal, edged in obsidian. My voice shatters coral when I choose. I can drain a merfolk's power until their scales grey to driftwood, and I can shift any being between human and merfolk form. But the pearl hungers. Black veins creep across my chest with every life I take. And the throne I want back? It was never the prize. It was the trap. ——— Will Irene become the villainess her kingdom fears? Or will she remember the girl they buried long enough to choose what kind of queen to be? And the older sister who has been waiting two hundred years to use her — what happens when Irene decides the family she was born into is not the one worth dying for?

Ivy of Ravencroft risks everything when she shelters Rowan, a rogue hunted by mercenaries. Thrust into the King’s deadly palace, where loyalty is a lie and every ally hides a dagger, she must navigate betrayal, power, and love or lose herself and the one she’s trying to save.

Levi is a billionaire. Lavish lifestyle, huge mansion, fancy cars. He could have everything in the palm of his hand. Levi has it all, but a companion. He can't seem to keep genuine friends. His only true friend was his butler, George, but after he passed, Levi was engulfed in loneliness. So Levi hired an escort instead of going to therapy.

Cursed with hideous red blotches by the Moon Goddess, Leah White died a brutal death—her heart torn out by her fiancé Samuel and stepsister Ella, who mocked her ugliness and exploited her healing gifts. But the Moon Goddess’s cruelty has a twisted silver lining: she’s reborn three years earlier, back to the night before her doomed marriage. This time, Leah won’t be the docile healer everyone exploited. With a dagger forged by Alpha power and a mind sharpened by vengeance, she’s determined to make Samuel, Ella, and her murderous stepmother Martha pay for their sins. But fate throws her a curveball: she crosses paths with Kaelen Black—the exiled Alpha, Samuel’s supposed “villainous” brother, and the one whose scent awakens a primal, undeniable Mate Bond in her. As wolfsbane poisons, political schemes, and royal court intrigue swirl around her, Leah must navigate a world of ruthless Alphas and betrayal. Will she break her curse by finding true love… or by bathing in the blood of her enemies? One thing is certain: this reborn “monster” won’t stop until justice is served—and her mate is claimed. Dive into a dark, passionate tale of rebirth, revenge, and forbidden mate bonds that will keep you on the edge of your seat.

“I have signed the divorce.” “Go then, weak Beta, and never say that you were part of my pack, let alone that you were my wife. I am ashamed.” “It is well. Goodbye, Baitana” “My name is Aitana” says Aitana with a lump in her throat. “As you wish. Now go away, if you spend more than an hour they can arrest you for breaking and entering.” “Ok, I'm leaving.” says Aitana turning around as she leaves behind the love of her life and her past. As soon as she leaves, the doors close and she puts her hand to her belly. ‘I'm sorry mom, I had to do it’ Aitana says to herself mentally. Aitana leaves and a few minutes later, the butler receives news that sends him running to his boss's office. “Sir!” “Don't shout, I'm not deaf.” “The lady...” “She has finally signed the divorce. Finally, I'm free.” “It's not that, Madame is pregnant.” “What did you say?” shouts the alpha, making his butler tremble. “I...” “Go get her right now!”