Black Butler Dagger Novels & Stories

"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.

"If none of you will fight, then I will end this myself!" In a swift motion, he pulled something from beneath his cloak. A black dagger, engraved with strange markings. Rael’s eyes widened in alarm. "Lorian, be careful! That’s no ordinary dagger!" Lucian didn’t wait. He dashed forward, faster than the human eye could follow. But Lorian was ready. As Lucian swung the dagger, Lorian caught his wrist effortlessly. Lucian’s eyes widened in shock. "What—" With a single powerful motion, Lorian slammed him into the ground.

Nicola’s breath came in slow, measured inhales as she stepped toward the pedestal. The dagger pulsed - alive in a way no weapon should be. The blackened blade wasn’t smooth like steel, but layered, like cracked obsidian fused with something darker, something ancient. Veins of crimson flickered beneath its surface, shifting like molten fire trapped beneath glass. It hummed, as if whispering beneath her skin, calling to her, waiting. The hilt was wrapped in worn leather, the grip fitted for a warrior’s hand, but its craftsmanship was unmistakable - this was not a common weapon. It had been made with purpose.

“Near the northern border. In the roots of the split tree.” He unwrapped it slowly. A dagger. Ornate. Blackened. Blood-stained. Kael froze. Lyra took a step back. Because she recognized it, too. It was the ceremonial dagger of the Bloodborn Guard. And carved into its hilt was a single letter. K.

The white haired butler raised his clawed hand; he had now pinned 019 to the ground, ready to claw 019's face to the death. 018 readied to use his sword to stab the white haired butler when he brought 019 face to face with it and then slammed him back on the ground. Again, again, and again. The Shadow growled before mindlessly imbedding his sword into the side of the tailed white haired butler. It opened its mouth, and a ghastly noise reverberated from his throat and then something oozing of smoke came out of his mouth like liquid and landed on the Shadows face.

A black dagger whistled out from his side, chasing after Chase. The black dagger was of extraordinary quality. Its blade was engraved with complex, mysterious runes, each one brimming with terrifying power. The speed of the black dagger was incredible. In the blink of an eye, it closed the distance between itself and Chase, then slashed down viciously! Chase's expression changed drastically as he felt completely locked in with no way to dodge. In the split second before impact, Chase could only raise his sword to block in front of his chest. The force of the impact split the skin of Chase's palm, sending a sharp, agonizing pain shooting through his hand that forced him to gasp.

His scarred hand extended forward, holding out a long, heavy dagger enclosed in a scabbard of tarnished silver and cracked black leather. It was Thomas's old Beta dagger—the sacred weapon that had been passed down through generations of the pack’s second-in-command, its hilt still dark with the oil of his fallen friend’s palms. Devon stared at the weapon, his eyes widening as his breath hitched in his throat. He slowly reached out, his trembling fingers curling around the silver hilt, feeling the heavy, familiar weight of his true biological father's legacy anchor his grip.

She stared at him, still silent. Kaelan cleared his throat and reached into the inner pocket of his cloak and pulled out the gift he had commissioned in Asheville. A silver dagger, beautifully crafted with intricate patterns of vines and moons etched along the blade and hilt. The metal gleamed under the fading light, sharp and elegant.

It then took him about few seconds to realize that Lilith was purple head. “No!” He declared after understanding. “I will just put it that we have an unfinished business and I need her back home to fulfill her own end of a deal we made” he smiled slightly. “Oh ok then” Thygas nodded. “Good reason, very good reason actually but like I said earlier, I am not letting them leave Gorgor today” he stretched out his hands and two fine daggers with his world’s symbol inscribed on their blades appeared on his both palms. He played with the daggers a bit as they were still in this palms and then held them in a fighting grip before raising his head to look at them again.

Silas didn't respond, his fingers unwrapping the cloth from the blade in slow, deliberate motions. As the fabric fell away, my eyes widened at the sight before me. The once gleaming dagger had transformed into a shadowy, obsidian-black weapon, as if it had absorbed the very darkness that plagued us. My breath caught in my throat, a wave of awe and unease washing over me. "Silas, the dagger..." I began, my voice trailing off as I glanced at the thread encircling his wrist. Its once vibrant hue had dulled, a sickly blackness spreading through the fibers.