Black Butler Dagger Novels & Stories

"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.

It was a pair of eyes peering into the back of her head. Everybody got in their fighting stance on top of their bikes. They knew the power of Lisa's intuition. Krisan even pulled out her Dagger, The Dagger's handle was black and had a black golf ball-sized energy core where the handle and the blade met. Curiously, the blade was not metal but pure energy with black vapors coming off of it. The dagger looked evil and ominous; the aura coming off of it made everyone feel a shiver down their spine.

Nathan then instantly flipped over the air and stands at Zitrey’s side. Slayer smirked from the unexpected hit he receives. He tardily holds his long blade katana while tapping it on his shoulder. The dull part was colored in black while the sharp one was in shiny silver, and in between, they were a dark purple in a zigzag pattern. The weapon was scary enough to make goosebumps, it seems possessed by the shadow of death. Slayer then uttered while staring intently to Nathan, “I will play with you lad. You seem fun.” he then looked at his remaining troupe, “There are still few people upstairs, so babies, kill the rest~”

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!”

Our tongues danced together, our bodies pressed tightly against each other. “It's been a long time since I had a taste of you, sugar lips, didn't you miss me?” She suddenly spoke. She swerved around and soon the edge of a shimmering dagger was posted at my neck. I snorted disdainfully, relaxed and unperturbed by her threat. “You've always been silly with your moves and it's pathetic that you never follow the rules.” “Hmph! I'm not at all falling for your tricks, Malevolo, I need the diamonds! Don't dare my dagger, it knows no face.” She pressed the dagger even closer to my skin, making slight cuts, blood began to drip.

I slipped on the brown sandals, an almost perfect fit, before I went and stood next to his beloved TV. "So?" I said, giving him an unsteady spin. He raised an eyebrow. I rolled my eyes, trying not to let my second wave of disappointment sting me. "Aren't we late or something?" He nodded, using the remote to turn off the TV. "Let's go." He grabbed his black jacket off the table and slipped it on, not bothering to change. The soft leather was well cut, made for him, with a single white band sewn into each sleeve just below his shoulders.

She looked around and activated the mic, “All clear.” “Two agents are on their way,” she heard the boss say. Vicky cleared her throat and opened the door to be welcomed by the sound of the medical devices connected to the patient’s body. She pressed her lips when she saw Black Tiger lying on the bed. His naked torso was covered with scars and bruises. Bandages were around his chest, where he was shot. Vicky felt sad even though she and the mysterious agent have never shared a conversation. Black Tiger is someone calm, almost invisible, but his presence is very strong among them. He doesn’t need words to prove to the agents that he’s the best of all of them.

She sounded elated as she unlocked it. Clarissa gasped as the top creaked open. Inside was a pair of onyx daggers. But they were not like the ones that were at the shop. The handles were ornately carved with ancient runes. The looping blade of the dagger was black. One side was sharp and smooth until the jagged serrated section right before it disappeared into the handle. On the side that was not sharp, there were a series of loops connected with red copper. “Take them, my child.” The old lady whispered breathlessly.

He must really respect his father. “How come are all the weapons so clean?” I ask, looking at the minuscule Sigmond crest in the hilt of the sword “It looks like they’ve been well maintain all this time.” “It is be something about the door, I suppose.” Zen says, and I turn around to find him looking through a trunk I walk over to him just as he pulls something out. A set of daggers, maybe a little bigger than Silver Death, made of gleaming black material. “Is this what we’re here for?” I put my hands on my knees to lean down for a closer look. They look like piece of obsidian, Zen and mine faces reflected in them.

"You don't have to say anything. I know." Taking a deep breath, Lucinda closed her eyes, and a single tear rolled down her cheek. For some minutes, she remained that way, enjoying the calm, the peace, until she opened them again and said, "I'm ready." Then she reached into the pocket of her gown and pulled out a dagger, placing it into Kira's right hand. Kira looked down at the dagger and saw that it wasn't like any normal dagger she had seen. This one's handle was dark, old, and carved with strange markings, and the blade was milky white, almost bone-like, smooth, and slightly curved, the edge looking very sharp.