Blink Dagger Novels & Stories

“Do you know what a Nephilim is, Konstantin? It is a child born of an angel laying with a human - this dagger is made up of the blood and ash of five hundred Nephilim infants ripped from their mother’s arms. That uncomfortable feeling in your chest telling you to flee is due to the dark magic and sin embedded in this weapon.” I look at Kai, positive that my horrified expression mirrored his and Cat’s. This is the weapon we’ll use; this dagger is made up of sin and death, and it’s the only thing that can kill a supernatural creature. She moves the box closer so we can see how it looks - inlaid in silk, it is made up of obsidian glass and spun metal, the hilt looks like silver, and the grip is

It wasn't every day, you died and met a demon prince. "The Alpha of the Wyoming pack," Raglan said with a smile. It was as if a bulb lit up in Hazel's eyes. The moon goddess was definitely in her favor. "Turns out I might as well enjoy this," Hazel said happily. "I hope you will," Raglan said. Lastly, he handed her a sheath made out of the finest leather. Hazel reached into the sheath and pulled out a dagger. "That dagger is pure silver made out of a wolf's bane and angel's breath," Raglan explained.

Sebastian Lykos has the authority to make sure that their mating bond was in place and considering that he was one of the officiates that can make a marriage legal in Paphos, Damien knew that it was his luck to have him here tonight. “Sebastian, it’s nice to see that you are out in the open. What brings you to the festival?” Damien greeted him as Sebastian turned to look at him. His red eyes were eerie but his friend smiled before he concealed the real color of his eyes. As an Ultima, he has the power to do it so that they look like they’re brown to the normal naked, human eyes. “Damien. I’m surprised that you are here when you usually did not come here.” He said before he noticed that Anika

"You still look pale. Still upset about what happened last time?" He looked me over with a suffocating "generosity" in his tone. "I already said that if you recognize your mistakes and learn the grace and restraint a Luna should have, I can let what happened go." I ignored him and instead focused on a finely crafted silver dagger on the stand. The blade glittered coldly, with ancient Norse wolf runes carved into the hilt, symbolizing strength and protection. This would be perfect for Eli. "How much for this?" I asked, picking up the dagger.

Elara's POV Silence had fallen over the coastal city. I stood on the balcony of my small, rented apartment, pulling a silver dagger from the leather satchel at my hip. It was the last thing my father gave me, its hilt carved with the ancient runes of our pack. Moonlight caught the edge of the blade, glinting cold and sharp. I tightened my grip and drew a deep cut across my left palm. Blood welled up instantly, a vibrant crimson in the moonlight.

Each piece is more ornate than the last. Spears tipped with obsidian. Crowns twisted with iron and bone. Daggers so delicate they looked like they could bleed air. His eyes locked on the middle blade—a silver dagger with a blackened hilt shaped like two wings crossed in flight. It shimmered faintly. Faint glyphs, once hidden, now caught the low torchlight, glowing like embers beneath the surface. “Why this one?” he thought, breath shallowing. “Why does it look like it’s waiting for me?”

The mask had fallen. “Well.” Her voice changed too. Became layered with something that wasn’t quite human. “That’s unfortunate. I was hoping to make this quick and painless.” She yanked her wrist free from my grip with strength that no normal wolf should have. Her other hand came up, and I saw something gleaming in her palm. A dagger. Small and silver, with symbols carved into the blade that made my eyes hurt to look at. A Void-blade. Designed specifically to kill Keepers.

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–."

The way he’d said goodbye without saying it. Pain surged through my chest, and the light responded. It hardened between my palms, forming an edge, a hilt, and a blade of pure lunar fire—the Moonlight Dagger. When I opened my eyes, it glowed like a piece of the moon itself—white-hot, shimmering, alive. Lyria exhaled in awe. “Selene… It’s beautiful.” Beautiful. Deadly. Mine. I tightened my grip around the hilt. The blade pulsed in response, syncing to the beat of my heart.

Blight, Ryker’s Gamma, steps forward with a grin on his face. He’s dressed in all black like me, with blackout tattoos covering his neck and arms. Short cropped blonde hair, grey eyes, tall but muscular; I’ve heard tales about this Gamma that rival my own. He has a penchant for killing humans in the most gruesome ways, and his favorite weapon is a JagdKommando knife; the deadliest of blades as it has three edges that spiral together like a corkscrew into a sharp tip. No doctor can sew up a wound left by this knife.