Blink Dagger Novels & Stories

Now, only power spoke. Gloria knelt first, laying a talon-shaped blade across her knees. Its hilt was carved from bone that pulsed faintly in the darkness, like a heartbeat echoing through the ground. The air grew colder around her, coiling like serpents, and her lips moved without sound. The frost crawling along her skin wasn’t entirely natural; it was the blade calling to her, the spirits whispering their obedience.

I whispered, kneeling by the river and trailing my fingers along the water's surface. “ You just couldn’t stay dead, could you?” I opened my satchel and pulled out the obsidian dagger. Hand-forged, energy-conductive and lethal even to immortals. The blade gleamed under the moonlight. This wasn’t for stabbing. Not yet. If I stab her, she’s not here for me to eat.

She drew the Blackthorn dagger. The creature lunged. Instinct took over. She sidestepped at the last second, turning with the motion. The dagger sliced across the Shadow Fang's shoulder. Silver light erupted from the wound. The beast howled in agony. Instead of blood, black smoke poured from the cut. It stumbled backward. Confusion filled Nova's eyes. "I hurt it." Kieran called from behind the barrier. "The blade carries Keeper magic!" The Shadow Fang glared at the glowing wound. Hatred twisted its features.

The bond flared between us, fierce and aching. I reached up and cupped his face (cold skin, stubble, fangs still half-extended from stress). “I’m not cutting anything,” I said. His eyes searched mine. “You sure?” I took the obsidian dagger. The blade was warm (dragon-warm). I pressed the tip to my palm, right over the lifeline. One cut. Dragon blood welled (molten gold shot through with black). I let three drops fall into the sigil. They hissed when they hit stone, spreading like liquid starlight.

“Yes, although I've never seen a blade like this one.” “It looks like that because it's made of steel blended with hemlock ash and wolfsbane,” she explained. “You can touch the blade without fear, but be careful not to cut yourself. Even the shallowest cuts done by this dagger remain unhealed for a long time. The deeper cuts are quite lethal, even for the most powerful shifters.” When I stared at the dagger for more than several seconds, she leaned over and narrowed her eyes at me. “Are you sure you know how to use it?”

Taking a deep breath, I smelt the shift in the air. Sighing with a small smirk, I glanced at all the cursed ones before my gaze settled back onto Mother. "I'm sorry to bring you all the bad news, but I'm afraid I can't let you have my blood." Reaching behind my shirt, I pulled out a small silver dagger with vine engravings on the handle. Holding the blade by my side, I stared at my mother. A few of the cursed ones growled in my direction as they noticed the knife at my side.

Zayn lowered his eyes to the thing in between his fingers and explained, “This pen knife was made out of silver and dipped in Growsbane. You should know that it is more than enough to take away your life if I desire it.” “Won't that be a good thing, Zayn?” Kodiak ran his hand through his slick brown hair as if he were unleashing all his pent-up frustration on it. “I thought she would return to her pack or go into the Iron Crest pack when she left me but she isn't there. I don't know where she is...and it's driving me crazy not knowing if she is in danger!”

My breath came out in a plume of fog. The Knowing rose like a scream behind my eyes. I grabbed my coat and the dagger from the nightstand. It wasn’t silver. It wasn’t even forged. It was carved from obsidian stone threaded with veins of silver so fine they looked like lightning frozen in time. I had carried it since I was a child. But I had never used it.

I smiled nervously and stepped back, uncertain if Ash would want me to be there. "Relax." Baltazar chuckled. "Sarah was once my good friend. She was a kind and loving person. You remind me of her in some ways." He gave me a gentle smile before taking a deep breath. "Anyway, I had once given her a certain dagger. It is made of night stone, a special mineral that exists only in the Dark Realm." He reached for the lower drawer on the vanity table and pulled out a weapon with a smooth, black-as-night blade and a hilt covered in a velvet-like fabric. "I'm sure that she wouldn't mind if you had it. After all, the Dark Realm can be a very dangerous place." Holding the dagger by the end of the hilt,