Bloodstained Dagger Novels & Stories

I approached the pedestal, and there, beside the urn, was a knife I hadn’t noticed before. It was a ceremonial dagger with a shiny silver blade that had runes etched onto it. I reached for the dagger without thinking, the handle fitting perfectly in my palm. I raised my other hand, and brought the dagger down, slashing across my skin deep enough to draw blood. My blood bubbled up eagerly, dripping onto the pedestal and hissing on contact with the stone. The runes glowed brighter, almost blinding me. I didn’t even feel the pain in my hand. The dagger tumbled out of my grasp, and with both hands, I reached for the urn.

“Do you know what a Nephilim is, Konstantin? It is a child born of an angel laying with a human - this dagger is made up of the blood and ash of five hundred Nephilim infants ripped from their mother’s arms. That uncomfortable feeling in your chest telling you to flee is due to the dark magic and sin embedded in this weapon.” I look at Kai, positive that my horrified expression mirrored his and Cat’s. This is the weapon we’ll use; this dagger is made up of sin and death, and it’s the only thing that can kill a supernatural creature. She moves the box closer so we can see how it looks - inlaid in silk, it is made up of obsidian glass and spun metal, the hilt looks like silver, and the grip is

I yell. He dodges my attack easily. Then, he reaches down his foot and pulls something up out of the ground. When I look down I realize what it is and the realization makes me sick. There in Starkev's hand is a black dagger covered in red runes. A weapon capable of ripping open the deepest fears of any soldier. Vassily had told me about it. The Rain Dagger. If he wants to kill me then he'll be getting close to doing just that.

A beautiful handcrafted handle, perfectly polished and engraved with the pack's symbol and the family's last name in old English letters. The dagger's blade is made of pure silver. Mixed with white ash from an old ancient tree and dipped in Angel's blood. The perfect combination that will end the life of a primordial vampire. "I'm sure you took my advice and studied your stuff. You can not kill a primordial vampire with an ordinary silver dagger, a regular vampire perhaps...but it will not work on a primordial... just like the wolf bane will not work to kill a Primord wolf." He smiles at Blake and sighs.

Its pure gold handle has snakes as ornaments coiled around it, and its eyes are of the most beautiful blood ruby. The box seems to be being pulled down into the depths of the black abyss, and gradually a dense mist envelops it, and the blindfold of the mortal eyes falls off. The Dagger will be the salvation and doom of Julius Cesar's soul. It will also give a new direction to the world and to the lives of Soraia and Augustus. Other enemies have arisen, that is inevitable, but new allies have also appeared. After all, a war is a war, and war and I can affirm that this war between werewolves and vampires is far from over. But this I will only tell in the next book, until then... Imagine.

His focus remained fixed on the weapon in his hand, his expression alight with an almost frenzied curiosity. It was a dagger. Its sapphire blade glowed faintly under the moonlight, mesmerizing in a sinister way, its. The hue was unnaturally vivid, as though it pulsed with a life of its own. found myself staring at it, unable to look away, as if its malevolent beauty had cast a spell over me. But my trance didn’t last. My stomach churned as I noticed the blood on the blade—the blood of Skyla—being absorbed into the sapphire, disappearing completely as though it had never existed.

A dagger usually used to skin game animals. In front of him, hanging helplessly from a rusty chain, was the figure once nicknamed the 'Bloodmoon Angel'. Seraphina Thorne. A shrill scream escaped the woman's throat, breaking the terrible silence. "Oh my! Julian, for the sake of the moon goddess, stop! It hurts... please... I'm your wife!" roared Seraphina. The skin on his left arm had been ripped open, the blood flowing non-stop because the silver dagger's slash prevented his wolf from regenerating.

Fortunately, Luna still retained some clarity in her mind and immediately grabbed the dagger. “Haa... Haa...” Old Hagstorm immediately gasped for breath after releasing the dagger, large beads of cold sweat dripping from his forehead. It was no wonder the old master had to be so careful when using the Sanguis Blade. It was indeed a rare and mysterious demonic weapon. In just a few seconds, it had left Old Hagstorm in such a wretched state. However, there was no time for reflection. Old Hagstorm quickly looked at Luna. Whirr...

“You said your mother’s dagger was confiscated when you were arrested, so I just thought you might like to have a new one. But if you don’t want it, I can find the old one, I’m sure they wouldn’t destroy something like that, in fact, Cassandra herself probably has it. I can-” I press my fingers against his lips, “This is amazing,” I pick up the dagger; the sleek, curved blade glints dangerously in the firelight, the handle is black gold encrusted with red rubies, and where the blade meets the hilt there is a small sphere containing… “Is that blood?”

His speed and his strength—Gideon had dismissed them all like they were nothing with just two damn fingers. Owen wondered who the hell Gideon was. Before Owen could recover, Gideon's fingers tightened. The dagger shattered into pieces, sending Owen stumbling backward. It was worth noting that Owen's dagger was no ordinary weapon. It was forged from deep-sea refined iron. It was incredibly durable, capable of slicing through metal as if it were mere clay. Once a prized treasure in the Black Sky Organization's vault, it had been awarded to him as a reward for flawlessly completing an S-tier mission. The dagger had claimed the lives of countless high-profile targets, leaving a trail of formidab