Blink Dagger Novelas e Histórias

He pushed strength at her through their mating bond and tried to control his own fury. “Just a couple of daggers we haven't packed yet,” Paoli answered. “Are they silver?” William asked, trying to keep his voice steady. “Of course,” Paoli said. He dashed from the chamber and returned mere seconds later, carrying four silver daggers by their rubber handles. William stuffed them into the pockets of his jeans and tore through the castle with Paoli close on his heels. An icy cold hand stole across his heart at the thought of her; alone and unprotected; with Lycaon.

“She’s inside and there is another man!” “Wait here.” Omar replied, helping the she-wolf to rest against the only wall not covered in blood. Omar moved calmly, pulling a hunting knife from his coat pocket. The way the blade winked wickedly in the pale light sent a chill down Chloe’s spine. She decided there and then she had seen enough of weapons and murder today and turned away from the door, gulping in air. Her throat burned and the bitter taste of bile still haunted Chloe’s mouth. Above her the clouds were breaking and golden sunlight was now filtering through, casting long shadows between the trees. It was too beautiful for the gruesome scene.

It was a pair of eyes peering into the back of her head. Everybody got in their fighting stance on top of their bikes. They knew the power of Lisa's intuition. Krisan even pulled out her Dagger, The Dagger's handle was black and had a black golf ball-sized energy core where the handle and the blade met. Curiously, the blade was not metal but pure energy with black vapors coming off of it. The dagger looked evil and ominous; the aura coming off of it made everyone feel a shiver down their spine.

Blake was amused and the redhead steps out of the forest between the men. She was muttering something under her breath. Her eyes had a golden glow to them, just as Kendras did when she used magic. I couldn’t do anything, I couldn’t move. I was locked in place. Lana appears and Blake hands her the dagger. The one that belongs to her. “Only you can do it Lana.” She takes it from him and slowly strides towards me. Her eyes are wide as she twists the dagger in hands. Like she was contemplating her next move.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

'It's so majestic,' I say. The blade is made of moonstone, opalescent of blues and whites and then forms into steel. I gently glide my fingertip across the blade. It's the sharpest dagger I've ever held. Blood trickles from my finger. I gasp as Micah takes my hand and sucks the blood from my finger, causing my insides to burst into song. It's as if an entire choir and orchestra are performing inside me. Blushing as he gently releases my finger from his lips. I resume inspecting the beautiful dagger. The fuller that runs down the middle of the blade is diamond-shaped and has a stunning engraving that looks like an eye, a familiar eye at that, with a hint of sable. It shimmers as I tilt it. Th

My words make Claus look at me seriously, I nod in his direction and he snorts annoyed. "Well, honey…" he says checking the things on the table, “I think the blows won't make you talk, because if not, obviously you would have said something to Malcolm, wouldn't you?... why don't we do something more interesting…” He takes a tweezers and looks at it for a moment, shakes his head and takes a kind of scalpel, approaches the man and smiles widely, crouches in front of him and takes his forearm and whispers “Let's see what color your blood is...” his eyes shine with malice, while the man's eyes widen and a slight tremor invades his body, he looks at me with terror imprinted on his expression but

I would be forever lost if anything happened to him. "Princess," she began, "you're the last Daughter of Eve, the descendant of our saviour, Shannon. The dagger you pulled out from the Alpha's chest was no ordinary dagger." She picked up the dagger from the floor and placed it horizontally in her palms. "This is Endor, a weapon formed from Lilith's breath, the sea serpent. Any supernatural creature who gets stabbed with this blade to the heart will die in hours. No one has the power to remove the blade, except the descendant of Shannon. Any other person who tries to remove it will only drive the blade deeper into the victims heart."

“Devious little wretch.” She pulled a dagger from her cleavage. A curved, serrated thing still stained with someone’s blood. She lifted it and, in a blink, Deragan drew a dagger from under his arm. Bast pulled his dual ones from his waistline. Both men prepared to kill the Cimmerii minion. They heard a shrill squeal. Light bloomed in the trees. They shielded their eyes and turned. Seeing dark wings unfolding from the back of the blonde who still stood a short distance away. Her shaking hands clutching books.

I placed the tip of the dagger against the table, right between his fingers. "The bond is not a liability," I whispered, leaning down so my breath fanned his ear. "It is the architecture. If I pull the light back, Jinyan dies. If Jinyan falls, the Blade that protects your interests vanishes. And if I choose to let the resonance flare..." I nudged the power. A thin, silver arc of electricity leaped from the hilt of the dagger into the obsidian table. It didn't explode. It simply turned the black stone into a mirror of liquid silver for a heartbeat, reflecting Luka’s terrified face in high definition.