Cerulean Dagger Elden Ring Novels & Stories

“She’s the last of her line, living in seclusion in the mountains. If we can reach her, she might be able to help us.” Our plan was clear, but the path ahead was fraught with danger. We had to reach Elena before Gabriel could complete his ritual, and we had to protect her at all costs. As we gathered our things and prepared to leave, Marcus handed me a small, ornate dagger. “This belonged to Elena’s ancestors. It’s said to hold great power. Use it wisely.” I took the dagger, its weight reassuring in my hand. “Thank you, Marcus. For everything.” He nodded, a shadow of regret in his eyes. “Just stop him, Emily. For all our sakes.”

My eyes went to the dagger that was now embedded into the ground. “Are your scales that soft?” I asked Archer, as my gaze stayed on the dagger. “That is a ceremonial dagger, so it is embedded with magic that allows it to cut smoothly against anything.” Archer spoke as he slowly began to return to his human form. I barely even noticed the purple smoke that engulfed us. It was like I was in some sort of trance or something, as my brain tried to process everything. Shaking my head, I snapped out of it because at least now that part was over.

I held it, trying to pull it out but even I knew that it couldn't be removed so easily. Quickly I grabbed his hand, holding the dagger. "Senzanem lix filio, senzainem trul furjarex sermetuum se filio, senzainem la furjarex verde sermetuum. Phasmatos carvex, perdo la furjarex sermetuum le ce na crox.....Senzanem lix filio, senzainem trul furjarex sermetuum se filio, senzainem la furjarex verde sermetuum. Phasmatos carvex, perdo la furjarex sermetuum le ce na crox.....Senzanem lix filio, senzainem trul furjarex sermetuum se filio, senzainem la furjarex verde sermetuum. Phasmatos carvex, perdo la furjarex sermetuum le ce na crox.....Senzanem lix filio, senzainem trul furjarex sermetuum se filio

At the same time, a blinding flash of lightning erupted from Christine's raised left hand, consuming two zero-level spell slots to instantly cast the zero-level spell 'Flash'. The sudden flash blinded everyone, including Iber, and they could see nothing. Strangle! A dagger emerged from Christine's right wrist (see Assassin's Creed). Swoosh! The dagger, made of various magical metals including mithril, instantly sliced through Iber's neck with the strength of a fourth-level warrior. Pop! Blood spurted from the severed head, spraying Nazan the mage and the maid with it, while Christine managed to dodge it. Plop, Iber's head and the headless corpse fell to the ground at the same time.

The blade was dark, almost obsidian, its edge lined with veins of silver that seemed to pulse. My stomach turned. I knew, without a doubt, that this was no ordinary weapon. Rael exhaled slowly. “The Hollow Fang.” Freya’s eyes widened. “The Hollow Fang? The dagger used in the Blood Pact of the first kings?” Rael nodded. “The same.” Sienna took a cautious step closer. “Why is it here?” Rael didn’t answer right away. Instead, they reached out—and the moment their fingers grazed the dagger’s hilt, the temple screamed.

“I think you are flexible in using small weapons. This ebony bone dagger is made from a claw bone of a black dragon. Its sharpness could cut through the thickest of metals, and the energy left inside is could be used at an emergency.” Jared was startled at being talked to by Priestess Eva, but he instantly felt honored at being thought highly by the general’s mate. He hurriedly took the dagger and thanked Priestess Eva while bowing. He would not have stopped if General Markus did not pat his shoulder. Jared was embarrassed, but he closely held the dagger next to his chest with determination flashing in his eyes.

' My wolf asks from inside me but I just ignore her. "I have to talk to him. He was probably calling to wish me happy birthday." I say to Reece. "I really don't care what he wants to say to you.." Reece says in an annoyed tone. He grabs my phone and tosses it on the bed. He walks over to his bedside drawer and takes something out of it. A little black box. "I got you something." He says standing in front of me. "Turn around." He demands. I turn slowly and he takes out a necklace and places it around my neck. It has an infinity sign on it and on the infinity sign I can see tiny letters. Our initials, R on one side and M on the other.

"S-Second wife?" Caelia’s voice faltered as she swallowed the pit of nausea rising in her throat. Her heart pounded painfully, as though trying to escape her chest. Surely, she’d misheard. Selene tilted her head slightly, one perfectly arched brow lifting. "Oh? You didn’t know?" she asked, each passing second twisting the knife in Caelia’s chest. "‘Draken’s gem’? Did you truly think a dragon would be satisfied with only one gem? It’s in his nature…”

Cian watches, amused, as they stagger to their feet, disoriented and glaring at the dim cave. “Your healing should’ve taken hours, not days,” Rolan growls, flexing his hands. “What was that place?” Cian tosses him a cloth bundle. “Open it.” Inside lie three weapons: a dagger with a hilt carved from antler, its blade etched with swirling runes “Storm’s Claw,” Cian calls it; a sword forged from blackened steel, its edge shimmering like starlight. And for Elowen, a recurve bow made of polished yew, its string woven from silver thread. Arrows tipped with jagged obsidian sit in a quiver.

It was all a mess, like she was ransacking looking for something. “Found it!” I was right because she chanted not so much later. Eliana turned to me and in her hands was a silver dagger. “Oh my God” I couldn’t help but explain as she tossed it gently upon the table. She let out a slight chuckle. “What do you even need that for?” I questioned. “For the spell obviously” She shrugged her shoulders. “It’s a long process and you have to come with a few things, the silver dagger there is also a relic of an ancestral artifact that belonged to my Grandma” Eliana explained, rubbing her eyes as she heaved a deep breath.