Black Butler Dagger Novels & Stories

he spat, kicking her in the side before yanking her head up by her blood soaked hair. His black shirt was stained, red bleeding through the dark fabric. Yes. Black. Stained. With blood. You can imagine how much blood it takes for crimson to show through black. She sobbed, her voice trembling so hard that her words barely came out. I clenched my fists. My breath trembled as Ruthless shoved me forward toward the twins and the bleeding woman. The blonde twin, Lucifer, stood silently at the side, his gaze cold. In his hand, he turned a small dagger, tracing the blade with a detached kind of focus, like the weapon fascinated him more than the chaos around.

It wasn’t from fear, but the blade itself! Suddenly, two daggers appeared in Black Hand’s hands. Each hand held a dagger. The hilts of the daggers were exquisitely engraved with the image of a beautiful rose, and the blades of both weapons were pitch black. The weapons looked like they had stolen the color of the night for themselves, and they filled all who saw them with a sense of dread that couldn’t be explained. “Beautiful daggers,” Mane expressed his admiration for the maker of the daggers when Black Hand revealed them to the world. Even he felt a sense of dread from those blades.

Something that had seemed insignificant at the time, but now seemed crucial. As I had hugged Ezra in the dream, I had caught a glimpse of a figure lurking in the shadows. A man with a dagger. But what had struck me as odd was that the dagger was black. I had always known the royal dagger to be gold and silver, adorned with precious gems. A shiver ran down my spine as I realized the implications. The person with the black dagger must be the killer. But who was it? And why had they been lurking in the shadows, watching Ezra and me?

"You're welcome." Hellion was still laughing like a hyena. Kiema turned back to him, her smile melting into a glare. She closed her eyes, muttered something that moved her lips the smallest degree. When she opened her eyes again, she held a dagger about the length of her arm in her free hand. It was a shimmering black and looked sharp enough to filet human skin like a hot knife through butter. Hellion's laughter died a quick death. The sound of silence was loud after his prolonged braying.

Blair noticed. And smiled. “You’re holding back,” Blair breathed, ducking another hit. “You’re afraid you’ll hurt them. That’s what makes you weak.” She slipped a hand under her cloak, drawing something gleaming. A dagger. The blade shimmered faintly in the light, a silver curve ending in a moonstone pommel. The air around it hummed with cold intent. Celeste’s blood ran cold. “Where did you...” Blair lunged. Celeste barely dodged the first strike, the dagger grazing her shoulder. She hit back, grabbing Blair’s wrist, forcing her backward toward the stairs. They struggled, boots slipping on shattered glass. The dagger flashed again, high, low, then high again.

She pulled out a long, leather-wrapped bundle and laid it on the table. When she unrolled the leather, my breath hitched. Resting inside were two weapons. One was a heavy, modern tactical knife with a matte-black hilt and a blade that gleamed with a faint sheen. The other... the other was a short, ancient dagger. Its hilt was carved from white bone, yellowed with age, and the blade was etched with runic inscriptions that looked horrifyingly familiar. It was the dagger from my nightmares. The dagger that had pierced my chest three centuries ago.

"What is this?" Alexander stepped closer, leaning down until his lips were just an inch away from her ear, his breath warm against her skin. "I got a gift for you," Alexander whispered. Victoria’s fingers untied the silver ribbon. She popped the lid open to find a heavy, polished silver dagger sitting on black velvet. The pommel was encrusted with a single uncut black diamond. "Custom steel," Alexander murmured, watching her thumb trace the blade's edge. "Forged specifically for close-quarters balance. I figured if someone is pissing you off, you should have something that does not dull."

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

"Alright. But you are not to train with this sword. I will have something else prepared just for you." Alex returned Julie to his quarters when the night was getting deeper, and the temperature dropped further into the negatives. As soon as they were inside, Alex went towards the table and pulled something out from its drawer. "I'm giving you this, Julie." He said as he placed a beautiful looking dagger in its sheath onto her open palms. Julie stared at it and when she unsheathed it, she suddenly felt strange. Was it because the dagger looked strange? The blade was pitch black. So black it seemed to swallow the light that was surrounding it. It was not heavy despite it being a little bigger.