Cerulean Dagger Elden Ring Novels & Stories

Inside lay a slender silver dagger, its hilt wrapped in faded crimson leather. The blade shimmered faintly, etched with symbols that spoke of an older time. “This,” the auctioneer announced, “is the Dagger of Ersath. Said to have belonged to a northern warlord and recovered from the ruins of his stronghold. The starting bid is one thousand gold crowns.” Aria leaned toward Damien, whispering urgently. Serina’s eyes narrowed they wanted it. She didn’t know why, but that was reason enough to want it more. “One thousand,” Damien called.

Azara. My existence flashed before my eyes as I caught sight of a shiny metal under the soft glow of the moon. “Azara, run!” Aria cried desperately as soon as she recognized the legendary dagger that was lethal to Opal wolves. The Lunaris fang. The mystical dagger, forged with celestial materials, spelled and activated by a witch, is designed for an Opal wolf hunter. It was rare. There were only 2 in the world; one was passed down to my father and the last was in the possession of Darius, the Rogue King.

“Even with your belly ripped open, you still cling to life.” Bending down, Huang Fu brought his face within a mere inch of Xiu Jian’s bowed head, close enough to hear the ragged, desperate gasps of his foe. Huang Fu’s eyes gleamed as he watched Xiu Jian grimace in unbearable pain. Scarlet trickled from Xiu Jian’s temple, sliding down toward his eye. With a swift motion, Huang Fu reached for the sacred blade at Xiu Jian’s left hip—the legendary sword sheathed in a scabbard adorned with golden dragon carvings.

"This will do. I'll prefer this dagger than to run out with bullets." This dagger was handed by Cerulean which he saw from the basement way back. He says that this dagger suited me. Its tip was sharp, that one contact with it, it can penetrate in someone's skin. The stillness of its shape was a guise that anyone wouldn't know what's lurking beneath the surface. Wielding this, the dagger flickered dangerously more than its contour. I was driven by my deep recalling, hence, when I peeped at him, he was looking at me with strange emotion in his eyes. There's something in his depths that I can't point a finger on.

She stared at him, still silent. Kaelan cleared his throat and reached into the inner pocket of his cloak and pulled out the gift he had commissioned in Asheville. A silver dagger, beautifully crafted with intricate patterns of vines and moons etched along the blade and hilt. The metal gleamed under the fading light, sharp and elegant.

Sigael spread his arms in pride, encompassing the entirety of the room, "is the secret of the seminary. This is what makes the weapons we wield the veils that they are. Not the Vaelusian ore." Sethlzaar was certain he'd heard contempt in the man's voice, perhaps directed at the ore for reasons Sethlzaar could not understand. Sigael dipped the metal rods in a bucket of Vulcan blood. Sethlzaar noted the care with which he handled the bucket with gloved hands before pulling the metals from it with a tong, making certain not to spill the blood on himself. It was an odd act and he couldn't understand the reason for Sigael's extreme care.

Where the threads of destiny become unbreakable chains. Alpha Elric, the venerable elder who had watched over every Luna ceremony for the past three decades, his face a map of ancient wisdom, stepped forward. In his gnarled hand, he held the ceremonial blade—an obsidian dagger, wickedly sharp, its hilt wrapped in intricate silver ivy, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. Its dark surface seemed to absorb the moonlight, a silent, potent tool of destiny.

There was also a golden cover at the center of its handle, and there were some abstract designs embossed on it. Cordelia's spear can shrink into a handy weapon with blue crystal blades on both ends but in different sizes, from where the mainly used one is much longer and visible than the other one. Its handle was made with silver metal with shiny and tiny pieces of crystals sprinkled all over it. Her partner—Helios, got his sword upgraded as well. His weapon could turn into different styles and sizes that he thought would fit into a certain battle.

Not yet. But he would not let her go. Not again. He reached into his satchel, pulling out the obsidian dagger passed down through the Varyn bloodline. It was forged from a starfallen blade. One of the few things capable of severing a blood link. Or sealing one. He had one chance. One spell. One cut. Kael stepped toward the circle again, slowly. Deliberately. Her eyes snapped up—silver, wild, afraid. “Don’t—”