Cerulean Dagger Elden Ring Novels & Stories

“ 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.

“It just had to be true! Your eyes are like theirs – the Celestials.” Theo watched the shopkeeper rush to the back and grabbed a dusty chest. The elf opened it and revealed a dagger made of iridescent crystal blade and a handle. He beckoned Theo over and he complied, eyeing the dagger in fascination. “It is a Celestial sword,” Deacon said. “Only those with Celestial blood in their veins can wield it.” That was a sword? Theo reached down to touch the weapon. It seemed more like a dagger, but as he grabbed the handle, Deacon let out a sigh of relief. Theo eyed Deacon with one eyebrow arched at his reaction to him handling the dagger.

I frowned but took it. Hellenora: This is the dagger that was made about a century ago. It's called The Dagger of Eve. Long time ago, Cerberus territory had a female warrior. She was kind and brave. She made this dagger by her own hands. It was made to kill each and every demonic immortal. This dagger is the only way to kill Valtor. But only Ocean can use this dagger. It is enchanted, so no man would touch it. I still don't know why she enchanted it like this. As if she knew what would happen to her. She said and I looked at the dagger. It was very stunning. It was white and carved beautifully. It had its name carved on it. As the light of the sun touched it, it glowed like thousands of pear

An ancient dagger made of bone appears on top of it. Elder Corvian gently picks it up. “This is Oathteller, the dagger used during Queen Sera and King Aris’ coronation ceremony.” The Elder gives the dagger to me. “While you say your vow, you will make cuts on your arm, proving that you are willing to bleed for your people.” I place the ceremonial blade against my left arm. As the tip of the dagger touches my skin, I repeat the words Elder Corvian whispers to me, “I stand before the Diamond Realm not to claim power, but to carry its weight.”

Her whole being was focused on Elara with a predator's intensity. She placed the chest on the bedside table and opened it. Inside, on black velvet, was a dagger. Its blade was made of black glass, wickedly curved and etched with runes that seemed to drink the light. The air grew colder. "It's alright, my dear," Cordelia crooned, lifting the dagger. Its surface seemed to swirl with captured shadows. "The pain will be brief. Your strength will not be lost. It will find a new, more worthy home. It will pass to me, where it was always meant to be."

She ordered Raelyn. Raelyn’s face turned grim and soon, she was lunging at me, a dagger in her hands. I hadn’t noticed the dagger until this moment. I saw the handle of the dagger had moonstones in it. I wondered where she could get such a thing. During my training, the King mentioned that the Moonstone Dagger was incredibly rare and that it was the only thing that could kill any creature. It was created and formed after my birth as an extra precautionary just in the darkness returned. It was made with the same poison that Candance had created. There was only one of those daggers in the world and Raelyn had it.

His hands trailed my thighs, fingers digging in the velvety soft skin. "Hades" I whimpered. "Tell me you are not going to feel jealous with the goddesses who are going to come in your coronation, flaunting themselves in from of your man." His hand went behind him, drawing out a dagger crafted just like Zerion. But instead of the greenish red tourmaline its base was engraved with purple emerald....the rarest of all. "This stone is sacred to the demon warriors. A millennium...they were searching it for 1000 years only to fail each and every time. Then one day they found it...in the colony of white lilies, underneath a bud.

The La Elora emblem. Ashriel slowly opened it, revealing a Handcraft Dagger. Her eyes widened, and her lips parted in disbelief. “T-The two families’ treasure.” She whispered and felt her hand tremble upon touching it. The Theupholis and La Elora’s unity dagger symbolizes the unity between the two families and the two Great Empire. Handcraft Dagger with golden lion pommel, crown upper crossguard, eagle wings quillon, and crown insignia. The handle was covered with the same twelve jewels.

“Act how?” Draven moved closer, lowering his voice further. “You need to understand who you are dealing with. Your life… your brother’s life… your pack… all of it depends on knowing the truth before they strike again.” He handed her a small, folded piece of cloth. Elara unfolded it carefully. Inside was a thin dagger, black as midnight, with runes etched along the blade. “You will need this,” Draven said. “And this knowledge.” Elara’s fingers closed around the hilt. The metal was cold and familiar in her palm. She felt… ready. Almost.

The Queen had said little when giving it to her—but her eyes had brimmed with something close to guilt. Carl, meanwhile, carried a pair of silver daggers—blessed by the old gods and sharpened to a whisper. No metal could match their lethality against magic-wielding enemies. The gates to the citadel loomed tall, but Cane had said the ancient aqueduct beneath the rear wall remained unguarded. “Here,” Maika whispered. She knelt by a moss-covered grate and tapped her knuckles against it. Hollow. She pressed harder—and the runes pulsed.