Black Butler Dagger Novels & Stories

Esther scribbled some runic symbols, that were inscribed on the dagger's hilt. Xavier and Cole pulled up Cameron, placing him inside the circle of candles. "We need to get the dagger out of him." I say, knowing full well it wasn't as easy as it said. The Black Rune Dagger is a dark object. It is one of the darkest object in witch's history. The first I heard of it was when I was being trained at the Organization. It was a death-inflicting object, used on magical beings, granting such being a slow, yet excruciating death while in a mind prison.

The air hums with ancient power, potent and waiting, raising every hair on my body. At the centre, on a weathered stone pedestal warded by softly glowing runes, lies the Silver Dagger. The blade gleams pure and deadly, its edge catching faint torchlight like captured moonlight; the handle is intricately carved into a howling wolf, fierce and regal, a blood-red ruby embedded in the hilt like a captive star.

Kate had somehow attacked the men, tearing their flesh out like a butcher in his workshop. “Arghhh!!!” I groaned as I fell to the ground. I arched forward as my back crashed into something sharp. I coughed up blood, my limbs unable to respond to my calls. Enduring the pain, I raise my head, looking for the source of my pain. I gasped seeing my legs feet away from my limbs and a sharp iron rod from the crumbled walls shooting up from my stomach. Blood gushed out. “Blood!” Anderson chorused, climbing on top of me. His eyes were focused on my neck, his mouth drooling like he had seen something delicious.

I asked back confused but he shot me a dead glare and I quickly stretched my left palm to him. "ouch "I shriek out when he slice my palm unannounced " this dagger is made from the venom of a black mamba and a little amount of dark magic. The wound on your palm has been poisoned and you have till sundown tomorrow to bring the girl to us or you die "he said and my blood went cold. gush now I think coming here was a bad idea, I can't believe I was such a fool to have come report my discovery to the high witch.

I yell. He dodges my attack easily. Then, he reaches down his foot and pulls something up out of the ground. When I look down I realize what it is and the realization makes me sick. There in Starkev's hand is a black dagger covered in red runes. A weapon capable of ripping open the deepest fears of any soldier. Vassily had told me about it. The Rain Dagger. If he wants to kill me then he'll be getting close to doing just that.

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?"

Tabitha yelled, dropping the dagger and placing her hands out in defense. I watched the dagger fall to the floor, it had an obsidian blade with silver and black runes that ran through the center, I looked up and eyed this woman, her demeanor didn't change but the frightened look seemed genuine. "Why did you have a dagger behind your back, were you not planning on murdering me?" She wrenched her fingers open and closed again, still holding them up in defence. "I know that's what it looked like, but finding out that you were a magic user too, I–."

Their last member for their voyage arrives. Butcher turns his head around to see the likes of Xialn. He bears the crest of the panther on his chest as do all of them but his is more worn out and scratched to hell. On his lower back at those sheathed daggers and on his back is a quiver made from animal furs that are thick, thick enough to house bolts. The ends of his ammunition are carved runes that are dull at the moment. Butcher laughs to himself and echoes his voice once he sees him. “How did you ever convince him of this?” Butch turns his head back to the forest, shaking his head as well. “What’s the wrong Butcher? Afraid I’ll kill you?” Xialn’s voice is much more defined, seasoned, and r

“I think you are flexible in using small weapons. This ebony bone dagger is made from a claw bone of a black dragon. Its sharpness could cut through the thickest of metals, and the energy left inside is could be used at an emergency.” Jared was startled at being talked to by Priestess Eva, but he instantly felt honored at being thought highly by the general’s mate. He hurriedly took the dagger and thanked Priestess Eva while bowing. He would not have stopped if General Markus did not pat his shoulder. Jared was embarrassed, but he closely held the dagger next to his chest with determination flashing in his eyes.

This was the only thing they were allowed to carry with them, and another one would be provided to their Betas. I had never paid attention earlier and just picked whatever my hand chose, but seeing the last one gave me another sign of hope. On the dagger’s blade was an intricate carving of patterns that somehow resembled a butterfly, reminding me of the endearment he would address me with. I placed the dagger into his hands, letting my fingers brush against his before covering his palms with the weapon between us.