Bloodstained Dagger Novels & Stories

“That's true. Now let's get you rinsed.” I'm offering to wash his knuckles off the proof of fight, there is a big old baby behind his tough form and he revealed it today. I turned on the tap, he let me pull his hands to the running water. The water mixed with the blood on his hands was a stain on the white porcelain sink. The more water touched his knuckles, the clearer the water became. The blood stains was gone, I looked at his knuckles where the blood had gathered the most, “No cut?” I asked, avoiding glancing at him.

A shiny dagger with distinctive light-emitting engravings curved in her hand. Alex continued to press Victoria with her incredible physical strength and speed. She dodged Victoria's attacks with ease, but Victoria was not to be outdone. She used her dagger skilfully, creating beautiful halos as their fights collided. The two clashed, throwing powerful and swift attacks. Victoria used her vampire energy to attack Alex at a speed that was difficult for the human eye to detect, while Alex used his intelligence and experience as a detective to keep up with Victoria. "Arrghh!" Victoria's dagger managed to pierce Alex's skin, causing fresh blood to ooze from the wound. However, before Victoria cou

After all, if they were they were without a flaw, why would they have accepted another as their lord? This weakness was silver. Unless one possessed silver – the only mineral that was poisonous to them – a Blood Daemon will never die. Breaker had died exactly because of this. You see, Davies had attacked the unfortunate Undead with Dark Shadow’s weapon, unaware that this weapon contained silver in it. Although it wasn’t much, it was enough to kill a Blood Daemon if their vital spots were struck, and there was nothing more vital than the head and the heart, was there? In a sense, Davies had been lucky. After all, it was merely a fluke that he had murdered with a dagger that was not his own. T

I gasp because never in my wildest dreams did I imagine ever seeing this dagger in real life. I've read the stories in the history books and seen the drawings. But it's not the same as seeing it up close. Soul Destroyer is a dagger belonging to the Moon Goddess. It was given to Saven, the Witch Goddess, to aid in her quest to destroy a warlock named Vant, who plotted to overthrow Saven, destroy witches, and bring back his lost mate.

His eyes twinkles with evil mirth. Then it all exploded within my body. Pain. Like fire. White-hot. Blinding. Piercing straight through my gut. I gasped, my breath stalling in my throat. Something plunged into my side. Then again. And again. A dagger. He had a dagger. Each stab stole more of me. My strength. My breath. My fight. I touched my side, only for my fingers to come off wet. My legs gave out. I collapsed onto my side, my hands clawing at the ground, the sticky warmth of my own blood spilling through my fingers.

And the dining hall erupted in laughter. "Oh my god. Callum. What do I do with youuu". Stephen was laughing and Callum facepalmed. He called for trouble himself. ************* They were in their office. Free from today's schedule. Saint had prepared different glasses of blood. Callum sniffed all. They all had a faint whiff of Stephen blood. They all were enjoying their drinks, looking for the reaction. Callum took each glass. One by one. He would sniff and then take a sip.. He would cut down the taste with water. Then another. Finally he picked one. He took one sip and another and another. His eyes shone crimson as he licked his blood strained lips.

With my shaking hands, i slowly lifted up to see blood in it. My own blood. Napahawak ako sa malamig na bagay na nakatarak sa aking tiyan. Dahan-dahan akong nagbaba ng tingin upang makita ito. It was a white dagger with a symbol of a black sun. The midnight sun. I suddenly felt a sting of pain coming from my wound. Bigla akong nanghina at napaluhod sa sahig habang hawak parin ang aking tiyan.

“Blakely Nirvana Woodrow Thorne, daughter of Sophie and Ezra Thorne.” I rolled my eyes when nothing happened until I noticed the pointy edge at the upper right side. I pressed my thumb on it, prickling my skin, and it magically opened effortlessly. I chuckled at my naivety. The journal opened on the page about The Dagger— the blood dagger. The size seemed small, around seven to nine inches long. “A blood dagger is to be believed could kill any beings. A dagger made of the strongest metal on earth is soaked by the blood of beings of three kinds. A spell is read while the blood dripping is performed.”

“Just one, but I was never allowed to touch it. She told me it was hers and only hers.” “I think they have something to do with who you are!” It was a logical explanation. “What does that even mean?” Irina puts the dagger back down “The Blood packs weapon of choice is a dagger” “Then how did it end up here?”

But I got more pissed when he still managed to laugh even when he was already coughing blood. "I think I underestimated you. I didn't know you are actually more powerful than I expected. You are really something." "Enough of your bullshits. I don't need your compliments. Why don't you let me hear your scream?" I formed a fire dagger and threw it to his knee. It pierced at the perfect spot, enough to make him shriek for a moment. I smiled evilly. "Let me give you a slow death, Lancaster." I threw another dagger to his other knee.