Black Butler Dagger Novels & Stories

There was a clump of hair, long and matted with dark stains, and next to it lay a bloodied dagger. Liam let out a sharp, hissed breath as he leaned in to inspect the weapon, and his eyes widened in recognition. It was a heavy blade with a distinctive ivory hilt, the official weapon of the Blackwood Alphas, and Liam muttered that it was Ronan's dagger. They had both thought he had lost it in the chaotic battle with the rogues back then, but here it was, buried in the middle of nowhere and covered in something that looked like dried gore. At the same time, I felt a knot of nausea tighten in my stomach as I looked at the clump of hair. It looked suspiciously similar to my own, the same shade an

Hunter looked unconvinced, and I could tell he didn't believe me. Then one of the guards approached holding something carefully in his hand. “My King,” he said, bowing deeply. Hunter took the object immediately, and I shifted closer to take a proper. It was a dagger with black steel, and carved into the handle was the symbol. The moment Hunter saw it, he groaned and the dagger fell from his hands, clattering to the ground as he reached up with both hands clutching his head tightly. My eyes widened in shock. What in the moon...

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

I smiled nervously and stepped back, uncertain if Ash would want me to be there. "Relax." Baltazar chuckled. "Sarah was once my good friend. She was a kind and loving person. You remind me of her in some ways." He gave me a gentle smile before taking a deep breath. "Anyway, I had once given her a certain dagger. It is made of night stone, a special mineral that exists only in the Dark Realm." He reached for the lower drawer on the vanity table and pulled out a weapon with a smooth, black-as-night blade and a hilt covered in a velvet-like fabric. "I'm sure that she wouldn't mind if you had it. After all, the Dark Realm can be a very dangerous place." Holding the dagger by the end of the hilt,

Silas watched me and then followed me curiously. "So you're really a grim reaper?" He asked with interest. "Oh yeah!" I told him and looked at him. "I got kicked out though and stole these from a reaper," I pointed to the glasses. "Without these all reapers can't see." He looked at them with interest. "Really?" He asked and then laughed. "So like Black Butler?" "Yeah," I told him and looked at him. "Very much like Black Butler, except we actually have scythes and blades instead of lawn mowers and other outside equipment for a lawn." He laughed and then smiled hugely.

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.

Inside the Wild Goose restaurant, in front of the VIP room, a line of men in all-black suits and sunglasses, standing face to face, lined up at the door. Inside the dark VIP room, Nicholas twirled a glistening pointed dagger, with skill and practice. The dagger was his favorite thing that accompanied Nicholas everywhere. The sleek shape and carving of a dragon along the length of the blade, with a pointed point, and a gold handle, made the weapon as Nicholas trademark. With that dagger called the Gold Dragon, Nicholas could not only stab at close range, but also throw it at long range targets. One of the men on Nicholas' right side gave him a long jet black coat which Nicholas immediately pu

A silver dagger with a black hilt with the design of silver dragons coiling around it came flying out of nowhere just then, spinning so quickly as it impacted with the missile, that the missile actually split in half down the middle before falling to the ground with a dull clang. The dagger that had just saved their lives then flew back through the air before being caught by someone descending to the ground with a parachute. The newcomer, a nineteen-year-old male with his hair framing the sides of his face perfectly, with his hair just reaching the nape of his neck, was dressed in a white shirt with a black coat which reached his thighs. He had on black jeans, and dark blue and white sneaker

I answered. “Now, go to the parking behind the apartment nearest to the Han River. Get inside my car. I can automatically open it for you. Just inform me when you get there. Enter on the driver’s side. Then get the clothes under the backseat. Change there. Then call me again. Understand?” Black Dragon explained to me. Even though I hate being commanded, I have to obey him. I knew I already failed on this mission. “Got it.” I cautiously said. “Oh, and remember, keep your eyes open to men having a tattoo on their right back hand. Two swords forming an X.” he finished and I remembered the balloons’ design.

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. “HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH” 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 its 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 incredible a speed as it made its way towards the neck of the opponent.