Bloodstained Dagger Novels & Stories

The red one bled light down the temple steps. I climbed. Every stone I touched warmed under my feet, whispering fragments in a language I almost knew. Oaths. Betrayals. Flames. The words came as emotion instead of sound, memory pressing against the walls of my skull. At the altar lay a dagger. steel-silver, edged with faint crimson runes that pulsed like living veins. I reached for it. “You burned me once, sister.” The words struck like claws down my spine. Pain bloomed behind my eyes; the sky reeled. In the shimmer before me a figure formed half shadow, half reflection of myself. Her eyes glowed with the red of the bleeding moon.

he beckoned, "step forward." Mirage, her face adorned with a mesmerizing grin, gracefully gathered her gown and moved toward her father. Thronesman unveiled the ancient dagger, its red crystal catching the moon's gentle glow. He delicately took Mirage's hand, making a small, precise cut with the dagger, allowing her blood to drip onto the ground.

I swiftly brought out a glittering dagger which had a dragon logo inscribed on the blade. He gasped out in shock as he stared at the dagger with me. I'm sure he would be shocked and scared right now. "Dragon Lee dagger,"he shuddered in fear, and I smiled in satisfaction. This is the only weapon that is capable of killing him. He stepped backward in fear, and I walked closer to him caressing the edge of the dagger blade. "Let just end this all,"I muttered as I pushed the dagger into his body from the pack. He coughed out blood and dropped weakly on the floor.

“I don’t know what you did to me... to make me see those lies in my head... but I won’t let you corrupt me. It ends here.” I fell to my knees, my hands shaking around the dagger as I went into shock, unsure of what to do. Was there any point in pulling it out? It would only make me bleed out faster. But I could feel it wasn’t a normal dagger. It was blessed silver. She’d probably found it on the ground from one of the nearby pack warriors after I’d stopped the fighting. My mistake was that I hadn’t even considered for a second that she would do this... that she even had the strength to.

or maybe a vampire. I stepped back and my eyes widened when I saw his face. He was dressed all in black and had very black eyes as if he was possessed by an evil spirit. Black surrounds his eyes like eye bags. There was blood in his mouth and I knew it was fresh blood. His fangs are sharp and his claws are also long and sharp. I'm nervous but I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid because I have nothing to fear and I'm nervous because I know that I'm in danger but I'll fight even though I know I won't win against a being more powerful than me.

Lost myself in the only thing that made sense in a world that had suddenly outgrown me. As the fire died out, the Alpha of the Fenrir sought comfort in the arms of the girl who had helped him ruin everything, while the Queen he had discarded dreamed of the three shards that would end his reign forever. --- [Dagger P.O.V] I didn't go far. Perched on the gargoyle three stories above the ward. Cloak wrapped tight. Mask still in place. The nosebleed had stopped but my hands still shook. Pathetic. I was Dagger. The Ghost Blade. The assassin who had killed seventeen warlords, three archmages, and a god's avatar. I didn't shake. I didn't hesitate. I didn't stand at the foot of a girl's bed leaking

I inhale it all in, cursing myself for letting this whole situation get out of hand. I don’t know what I’m doing here, to be honest. A part of me wants to believe that she just headed here, so I go around looking. But then, I step on something hard and shiny. I look down and my heart drops. On the floor next to the marks of blood on the carpet is a slim dagger made of cured silver, the kind that is designed only to kill white wolves.

The dagger was black, and it pulsed with ancient power. A guard seized Lena's wrist and pulled it forward. Lena resisted against him. He tightened his grip on her arm. The dagger touched her skin, and it was cold. Then pain went through her as the blade cut through her flesh. Lena gasped as her blood spilled into a bowl, and steam rose from the bowl as her blood met the night air. The pain was sharp, but worse than the pain was the fire that followed. That fire was dark and twisting, and it moved through her veins.

"The Moon Goddess's bond won't be broken by a recording! You can never escape!" I laugh coldly and pull a silver dagger from my bag. Ancient runes are carved into the blade. It's stained with dried blood. My blood, and his. "Thanks for the reminder." I tossed the dagger at his feet. It clattered on the floor between us. "Now. Let's finish this."

I shook my head, "Sorry, my dear, but I can't take that risk. You know too much, and I am obliged t bring you back with me. Now come on, let's go." was struck by a sudden shift in the atmosphere. The air around us grew tense, as if the very fabric of reality had warped, and I could feel my heart racing as my fingers brushed against her arm. And then, without warning, she lashed out at me with a dagger. The blade glinted in the dim light, catching my eye as I gasped for air. I could feel the cool metal pressing against my skin, and I knew with a sickening certainty that she meant to harm me. The dagger was a thing of beauty, despite the danger it posed. The hilt was made of blackened bone, et