Bloodstained Dagger Novels & Stories

“Near the northern border. In the roots of the split tree.” He unwrapped it slowly. A dagger. Ornate. Blackened. Blood-stained. Kael froze. Lyra took a step back. Because she recognized it, too. It was the ceremonial dagger of the Bloodborn Guard. And carved into its hilt was a single letter. K.

I jab my hand down his foot. He screams now, guttural and loud. I don't know how I manage to yank the dagger back out, the pungent smell of blood is everywhere as I stumble to my feet. "I have to say," I spit the blood from my mouth, breathing hard as I hold the dagger in front of me "Keep your bloody hands off me!" "You bitch!" The lanky snarls, but the blond stops him, still groaning on the ground "She's got silver!"

It smelled wrong, but it didn’t mean I would stop my attack. When I raised the dagger, I could see that the metal blade was still stained with his bad blood from earlier. My arm was shaking, but my wolf kept howling at me to just kill him. One strike… That was all it would take. But before I could bring the blade down on his body, it scattered all over the place. Thick, black smoke exploded from his body once again, darkening my vision. Suddenly, my claws were digging into the air, not fur. My body fell onto the snow as his body vanished from under me. The dagger I held hit the empty ground.

"Then I let the debt collectors dismantle every stone of your mother's legacy. Every heirloom, every wall, every memory will be picked apart and sold to the highest bidder until there is nothing left but dust. I will walk away, and you will be left with nothing but the clothes on your back and the wolves at your door." He produces a small, razor-sharp silver dagger from his belt and holds it out. The blade is ornate, etched with ancient runes that pulse with a faint, rhythmic light. He presses his own thumb against the edge until a bead of bright, crimson blood wells up on his skin—a signature of the contract.

I yanked the bag downward with all my strength, then drove my knee up, slamming it straight into his stomach. A dull grunt escaped him as his body staggered backward. He collapsed against the stair railing, his face turning pale in an instant. Brian recovered and rushed at me again. I did not give him the chance. I bent down fast and grabbed the metal cash box my dad had thrown aside earlier. Bang! The edge of the box smashed down onto Brian's foot. "Argh! My foot!" He clutched it, rolling on the ground in pain. I did not stop. I grabbed my backpack and sprinted down the stairs.

On it rested the second dagger, identical to the one at Milrac’s belt except for the faint red vein running through the silver blade. I reached for it first. The moment my fingers brushed the hilt, the bond flared violently. Pain lanced through my chest, sharp and sudden, as if the dagger was trying to cut the connection right out of me. Milrac caught me before I fell, his arms wrapping around my waist. “Drop it,” he growled. I forced my fingers open. The dagger clattered to the stone floor. The pain vanished as quickly as it had come. Milrac stared at the blade, breathing hard. “It does not just sever. It punishes anyone who carries cursed blood. The Council was not lying about that part.”

Calmly, I took a dagger, casually touching the sharp tip of the blade with my tongue. It was old, dark, made from bronze back during Alethar’s time. The forging style was called Raven’s Claws. It was not poisoned. Sharp steel easily punctured my wrist, and dark, almost black drops of blood fell onto the white plate. This was the focus which powered the blood magic, but it had to be royal blood, given freely.

She entered the bedroom and let me out. I quickly wore my clothes and grabbed the dagger. It changed its color again. It was red as blood and glowing like lava. As I knew red is the sign of danger, I understood that it was time to use the dagger. I stepped out of the bedroom only to get caught by five more vampires. I gritted my teeth as I knew I needed to defeat them before I would be able to go and help my Moon. I put the dagger under my shirt and got ready to fight them. One of them lunged at me thinking that I would be an easy target. I grabbed him by his neck and slammed him on the ground. Vixen leashed out again and cut him in half.

She stood straight, her hands curled over her waist, panting heavily for a few moments. “Ahm.” Julia writhed on the floor, gasping for breath. “What are you still waiting for?!” Olivia yelled. Anticipating Olivia’s next move. Julia struggled and lifted her body from the ground. She got on her knees first, wincing in pain, then clutched her lower abdomen for support, forcing herself upright. Olivia raised her foot, aiming for Julia’s abdomen again, but Julia dodged it, causing her to stumble. She caught herself against the wall, her eyes locking onto Julia’s with a menacing glare.

The silver blade, a weapon specifically designed to harm vampires, began to glow faintly as it pierced his flesh. The hysterical battle cries, and the clash of magic and steel, all faded into a faint roar. Her focus narrowed solely on Lord Draven who has his splitting with pain and surprise. Lord Draven stumbled back, a hand clutching his chest. A horrified gasp escaped River’s lips while her entire blood ran cold. She could feel the blood draining from her own face. In Lord Draven’s chest was a small silver dagger protruding, its hilt clutched tightly in Leo's trembling hand.