Bloodstained Dagger Novels & Stories

“Devious little wretch.” She pulled a dagger from her cleavage. A curved, serrated thing still stained with someone’s blood. She lifted it and, in a blink, Deragan drew a dagger from under his arm. Bast pulled his dual ones from his waistline. Both men prepared to kill the Cimmerii minion. They heard a shrill squeal. Light bloomed in the trees. They shielded their eyes and turned. Seeing dark wings unfolding from the back of the blonde who still stood a short distance away. Her shaking hands clutching books.

A vast darkness beyond the veil, reaching through the thinning barriers between worlds. Stephanie's eyes rolled back in her head, showing only whites. And the air around me was completely still. "Asha'mor deleth vie, Kaleth Norim Shas'tae!" She pulled a ceremonial dagger from her belt, a black blade, the handle of which was wrapped in what looked like bone. She stepped into the circle, breaking her own rule, but she didn't care anymore. She was too far gone, too focused on her victory. "Your blood," she hissed, kneeling in front of me. "Your precious Twice-Born blood. The key to everything."

When I reached the dresser, I hesitated only a second before pulling the drawer open wider. There it was. The dagger. The dagger was carved from very rare patterns and woods, I wouldn't expect anything else from a Lycan King. But when my eyes landed on its blade my. stomach dropped. The blade had streaks of dried and darkened blood. It was old, but still unmistakable. A tremor ran through my hand as I reached into the drawer, fingers brushing something soft under it. It was a cloth… folded but still stained, with the same blood.

It was definitely a weapon on the same scale as the Blood Rose Daggers! Black Hand’s arms moved around like several little snakes. Their trajectories were difficult to pick, and each stab of a dagger was like a poisonous bite that could paralyze an opponent – literally. His gloomy aura was deeply entrenched in his daggers and with every strike the darkness of his aura seeped just a little bit into the surrounding audience who felt nothing but despair upon feeling it.

His eyes stared lifelessly at the ceiling, mouth agape in a final silent gasp. Nyra’s breath hitched. She staggered closer, the distance between them shrinking until she could see the blade embedded in his ribs—her dagger. The hilt, carved from moonsteel and inlaid with starlight, glinted in the dawn’s light. Her hand went to her side, and she realized with horror that she still held the weapon. “No…” she whispered, dropping to her knees. Her hands shook as she reached for the dagger, but she couldn’t look away from the scene. Lord Calder’s blood pooled around her boots, soaking into the runes etched into the marble.

“ She said and handed the dagger over to Cole. “ What am I supposed to do?" Cole asked confused. " We're all direct descendant of the Lord Storm. Our powers put together would make this dagger powerful enough to kill Dagon. “ Alicent explained. She placed a bowl under Cole's hands and asked him to cut himself with the knife. He obediently slit his right palm with the knife and allowed his blood to drop into the bowl slowly before passing the knife to Archer who did the same before passing it to the others till it got to Bellamy.

There was a clump of hair, long and matted with dark stains, and next to it lay a bloodied dagger. Liam let out a sharp, hissed breath as he leaned in to inspect the weapon, and his eyes widened in recognition. It was a heavy blade with a distinctive ivory hilt, the official weapon of the Blackwood Alphas, and Liam muttered that it was Ronan's dagger. They had both thought he had lost it in the chaotic battle with the rogues back then, but here it was, buried in the middle of nowhere and covered in something that looked like dried gore. At the same time, I felt a knot of nausea tighten in my stomach as I looked at the clump of hair. It looked suspiciously similar to my own, the same shade an

"I won't ask a third time. Where is he hiding?" He laughed through the pain, his defiance unyielding. "I know I'm not getting out of this alive," he spat, blood punctuating his words. "So Mikhail is my only ticket to get rid of your bloodline." He smirked, a perverse satisfaction lingering in his eyes. With a surge of rage, I grabbed a pocket knife from the table and plunged it into his right eye. His agonized scream pierced the air, but it wasn't enough. I stabbed him again, this time in his thigh, desperate for him to break.

a weak smile danced on her face in stark contrast to her rapidly beating heart and she turned away. It was time to face reality and surrender. She walked out the door and surely, to her death. PROLOGUE B He held a dagger against his father’s chest, against the shouts of his mother and every other person who watched in dismay. He saw how they stared at him like a ghost from Lerida had returned. There was disgust mixed with fear but none of them dared approach because they presumed they would be next in line for such treatment. The tip of the dagger had already pierced the skin slightly. The white coat his father wore was soaking up with blood slowly.

I said playing with the dagger while starring at his hopeless self on the floor . " what..what do you mean " he stammered "this dagger is gonna help me steal your powers .I need it for something important " I said " bitch you're a whore "he roared and tried to move but couldn't " oops sorry sweetheart but your time is up and thanks for being part of my game "I aid and plug the dagger into his chest " ohhmm "he gasped and his body shook violently untill he burst into smoke which the dagger absorbed .the dagger fell down on the floor