Blink Dagger Novels & Stories

He felt proud at being able to help them grow to the kind, responsible and awesome individuals that they are now. Priestess Eva smiled and turned back to take out an exquisite ebony bone dagger from the box. The dagger shone with darkness in the tent, and it caught everyone’s attention. Princess Regina looked at the expectant crowd, and turned to Jared. “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.”

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.

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

He reached into his cloak and withdrew a jagged obsidian dagger covered in crimson runes. "I expected this outcome." Liam's face turned pale. "No..." "What is that?" Elyria's expression filled with horror. "The Heartbreaker." James smiled. "The only weapon ever forged to kill the Moon Queen." Before anyone could move... He hurled the dagger straight at me. Everything happened in an instant. Wesley lunged. Orion moved at the same time. But someone else reached me first. Captain Elyria. She threw herself between us. The dagger buried itself deep in her chest.

she spat, but there was no time for answers. She hauled a silver dagger from the hidden sheath at her waist, the blade glinting ominously in the dim light, its edge etched with runes that hummed with lethal intent against our kind. Her eyes gleaming with sadistic triumph as she prepared to drive it home. “This ends now—“

A silver blade and an unlit candle were the only items on a desk that was leaning against one wall—*no. I froze. A dagger. Deliberately left there. As I got closer, my breath caught, and I lifted it with shaking fingers. The hilt was made of black iron, which I had never seen before, and the blade was keen. This wasn’t something from Kael’s armory. This was left here by someone. Someone who desired for me to *retaliate* Below it was a single letter, scrawled hurriedly on parchment. Follow the light when the moon is at its fullest.

Even from a distance, his presence made Zoe’s heart skip. Sara and Nikola were nearby, standing beside a stack of weapons. Sara was carefully inspecting a silver-edged dagger, while Nikola tested the balance of a longsword. The sight of them grounded Zoe - they were her pack, her family, and they were in this together. As Zoe approached, Sara caught sight of her and waved her over. “Hey! Did you see this?” She held up the dagger, its blade glinting menacingly. “Custom forged, silver core, and runes for extra damage against anything dark magic-related. We’re definitely taking this.”

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

The light inside shifted - sapphire to violet to something darker, like the color of a dying flame. Nythera. I didn’t say it aloud, but the name burned through my skull like a brand. I grabbed the dagger from my belt - pure silver, the same blade that had once killed a cursebound alpha. If it could cut through darkness once, it could again. “I don’t care what you are,” I hissed. “You don’t touch her.” The gem flared, like it was laughing. I raised the dagger high and brought it down. The impact rang through the room like thunder. A blinding flash erupted from the stone, knocking me backward. The dagger flew from my grip, clattering across the floor.

Elen hesitates, then quietly follows after giving me an understanding nod. That night, long after the moon has crossed its highest point, I find it. A dagger, obsidian-handled and carved with lunar runes, rests on my windowsill. It gleams silver, humming softly, as if alive. Beside it, a note written in curling script: ~"The moon chooses. One daughter to end. One daughter to mend. This blade will know the difference. Let it lead you. Let it bleed truth."~ And at the bottom, scrawled in softer ink: