Blink Dagger Novels & Stories

She closed her eyes in surrender, shocked when she found herself in a large bubble in front of her, Zayn , his father, and everyone else. As if she was sitting in a room and in front of her a surveillance camera! She got close and saw her body quickly approaching Lara and suffocating her violently and quickly " Treat her quickly" Zayn was surprised when he turned around and found his bloody eyes and that terrifying voice in her shape "I won't," Darkle laughed sarcastically. " When you want to be with a weakling like her, be someone who suits you and your strength, like me." He pulled her neck to make her face blue, and she resisted him weakly

The blade was forged from a darkened titanium alloy that didn't reflect a single stray beam of light. My blade. The weapon of the Ghost. I had retrieved it from my old, buried lockbox two nights ago. Using it was a massive risk, but in the dark, against the Vances, I needed the absolute certainty of my old life. The first enforcer stepped around the metal container, his assault rifle raised. Before he could even register the shadow in front of him, I lunged forward. My left hand clamped violently over his mouth, muffling his scream, while my right hand drove the dark dagger cleanly between his ribs, striking the heart with mathematical, instantaneous precision.

“It always was. Appreciate the delivery.” I wiped the knife on Brandon’s shirt and stepped back. “He’s not talking.” Caspian smiled, cold, predatory. “He will. Or he won’t. Either way, problem solved.” His men moved in—one pulling out pliers, the other a blowtorch. Brandon’s eyes widened, real fear cracking through the defiance. “You can’t… I won’t say shit,” Brandon rasped. “Just kill me. Get it over with.” Caspian leaned closer, voice like silk over steel. “Oh, we will. But not quick. Not easy.”

A golden light spiraled around her, growing stronger, feeding off her power. Priya shrieked, writhing as the light wrapped around her, burning, constricting. I forced myself onto my hands and knees, my entire body screaming in protest. And then I saw it. The dagger. It lay mere inches from my trembling fingers, its blade glistening under the fractured moonlight. But this wasn’t just any dagger… it had been bathed in white sage using Simon’s magic, its edge blessed to sever healing itself. My fingers closed around the hilt.

The power was immense, and I needed to learn how to handle it without being overwhelmed. I closed my eyes, trying to focus, but a vision took hold of me. It was a fleeting but terrifying image: an ancient glyph carved into black stone, an imposing structure, almost a temple, bathed in an unnatural silver light. From the shadows of the temple, a figure emerged, its face covered by a hood. And in its hand, it held a ceremonial dagger that glowed with a dark blue light. I opened my eyes with a start. The glyph... the structure... the dagger... it was the same dagger my mother had left behind as her legacy.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Platinum that fit her finger perfectly, with a one carat teal gemstone sitting atop. Tears spilled down her cheeks as Drago rose from his knees. He gently cupped the back of her neck, pulling her into a deep,passionate kiss.

“Blakely Nirvana Woodrow Thorne, daughter of Sophie and Ezra Thorne.” I rolled my eyes when nothing happened until I noticed the pointy edge at the upper right side. I pressed my thumb on it, prickling my skin, and it magically opened effortlessly. I chuckled at my naivety. The journal opened on the page about The Dagger— the blood dagger. The size seemed small, around seven to nine inches long. “A blood dagger is to be believed could kill any beings. A dagger made of the strongest metal on earth is soaked by the blood of beings of three kinds. A spell is read while the blood dripping is performed.”