Bloodstained Dagger Novels & Stories

I grinned as I let my true scent sniff by the last were-rogue. I can tell she’s a girl due to her stand, her size smaller than them, and her voice. She sniffs the air and closes her almost dilated red eyes while drooling sticky saliva. “Playtime…” I coldly said as I get one of my personalized sterling silver daggers. Its handle design with ancient carves with a black diamond rune at the center. While the silver blade has a small skull with the letter “D” on its forehead. It’s my signature as a well-known werewolf hunter feared by them.

Once again, the dagger was wrapped around a criminally fierce rhythm. Dollar Twenty didn't need to prove the sharpness or the worth of the dagger. The rhythm of the blood was enough for that. "Born from the gluttonous Mad Hound residing in the gulfs of hafunaptra. The species is known for their fierceness and unparalleled desire for cannibalism. The assassins who use these daggers can intimidate several alpha beasts just by its rhythm. The starting bid for this one is 30000 dollars." "40000"

It was the simplest type of dagger—one that could be bought with a few bronze coins, that Yvette had given to him. However, because it was soaked in my heartblood ten times, that ordinary dagger was gleaming in fluorescent radiance as if it was not of the mortal realm. I chuckled coolly once again, and was ready for the dagger to be plunged into my chest. But at the very next moment, my eyes abruptly widened as I watched Cain plunge the dagger into his own chest without hesitation. His face paled from pain and he started sweating over his brown, but his smile actually broadened as he murmured, "So it actually hurts so much, Crystal…"

Malice… she went frozen stiff, getting to see what was in his hands. “Where did you get that?!” She climbed down the bed when she remembered to move again. “Where did I get what?” he teased maliciously, seeing her shocked face. “That’s…” “Oh, this?” He held up the dagger. The black, slim, grip. Metallic pommel. And… “You seem like you’ve seen a ghost. This is just a ruined dagger, isn’t this?” He drawled. “Somebody must have thrown this into a stove. The blade is all blackened.”

His hot blood gushes, spraying me in the face and all over my uniform, and like a savage I smile when it does. “Alpha Manzitti and Luna Helenngelina of the Onyx River send you their regards,” I tell him, smiling as I bury my dagger into his stomach right up to the hilt. He makes an unpleasant gurgling sound in his throat before coughing blood up, large clots which splash my boots. I yank my dagger free and watch as his t-shirt changes to a deep crimson colour within seconds. I think he is dead before he drops to the floor. “That’s for all women everywhere who deserve to live without fear.”

It came from the beast on top of me. The weight on my chest shifted. The claws loosened. I could pull a breath. It was small and shaky but still a breath. Air rushed into my lungs so fast that it stung. My body jerked as if waking from a nightmare. The black beast stumbled back. It was whining in pain. I blinked hard, trying to clear my sight. When my vision steadied, I saw blood. Dark red blood running down its side. And then I saw it.....something silver sticking out from its ribs. A dagger. The blade was lodged deep. It was buried until only the handle showed.

This one's handle was dark, old, and carved with strange markings, and the blade was milky white, almost bone-like, smooth, and slightly curved, the edge looking very sharp. "What is this for?" She asked, looking back up at Lucinda. "Stab me with it. Right in my chest," Lucinda said very calmly. "Then use it to break the curse." "Slice your palm with it," she explained. "You will need your blood, and the spell will come to you once you do." Nodding in understanding, Kira held the dagger tightly and slowly positioned it at Lucinda's chest, exactly where her heart should be. "I'm sorry it had to be this way," she thought as she met Lucinda's eyes, the pain in them, but the peace also in them.

he spat, kicking her in the side before yanking her head up by her blood soaked hair. His black shirt was stained, red bleeding through the dark fabric. Yes. Black. Stained. With blood. You can imagine how much blood it takes for crimson to show through black. She sobbed, her voice trembling so hard that her words barely came out. I clenched my fists. My breath trembled as Ruthless shoved me forward toward the twins and the bleeding woman. The blonde twin, Lucifer, stood silently at the side, his gaze cold. In his hand, he turned a small dagger, tracing the blade with a detached kind of focus, like the weapon fascinated him more than the chaos around.

"Let blood soak earth. Sigils activate." She handed Hilda a wicked-looking dagger. The blade curved slightly, the metal so dark it seemed to absorb light. Runes were etched along the hilt. Hilda took the dagger, her face expressionless as she examined it.

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.