Black Butler Dagger Novels & Stories

Eva cut in dismissively. No thanks. Nothing. And Damon frowned, his gaze deeming those crossed arms and that barricading stance unnecessary. But then, he quickly brushed it off and turned to me. “I missed a few details,” he lowered his voice and leaned closer, “Alpha Black was stabbed. A silver dagger.” My time stopped. My mind went blank. The noise cut to silence and my body went numb. And then, Eva’s cries snapped me back. “What the fuck are you doing? What’s Hunter Black trying again? Get away from her!”

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.

If I have to become a killer once again, then that’s what I’m prepared to do. I change into a black long-sleeve turtleneck bodysuit and slip into black jeggings with buckles around the thigh and waist. I put on a pair of black athletic sneakers and then tie my hair up into a ponytail. I then walk over to the armoury and prepare to stock up. I grab my usual thigh holsters and strap them around my waist and each thigh. Grab two Beretta 92Fs and load them with mercury-tipped rounds and secure them into my thigh holsters. I then grab my knife holster and strap it to my thigh, select my set of six diamond-shaped daggers and slip them into the holster. Each dagger is made from titanium but with me

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.

Anything to avoid looking at him too long. My eyes caught on a dagger. The blade was dark steel, hilt wrapped in black leather, the pommel set with a single rough moonstone. It looked eerily like the one Kaelen had given me—the one still tucked against my waist. Samuel noticed. He reached down, lifted it with practiced ease, and turned it slowly in his hand. The motion was fluid, almost elegant—someone who knew exactly how to handle a knife. “You like this one?” he asked. “I could buy it for you. For protection. And you can carry it around with you all the time.”

Hilt first he held it in front of her. For a while, Katherine could just stare at this dagger, then up to the nice old man and again at the dagger. Something didn't match here. Only as the old man lifted his brow – she couldn't decide if it was a questioning or mocking gesture – did she snap out of it. She would think about this combination later. For now, she grabbed the knife and turned her head again, trying to figure out where to cut him best. The butler coughed. "If I may ask, Milady, what do you plan on doing with this dagger?"

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.”

' like seriously? 'No, you are not going to force anyone' Jack is just about to pull me when mr. Black's deep upset voice echoes in the hall. Phew! For once, I think I am thankful for Mr. Black's intrusion. At least, this can serve as a compensation for him being a total dick to me earlier this morning. 'In my office mr. Moore' Mr. Black says bossily and then turns back, probably going to his office with an annoyed expression. 'We are not done yet kitten.' Jack says with a victorious grin.

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. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH" 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 his 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 an incredible speed as it made its way towards the neck of the opponent.