Cerulean Dagger Elden Ring Novels & Stories

“Always running to your mother’s grave when you’re desperate.” Kael shoved Elara behind him, claws extending. “You followed us.” “I didn’t need to follow.” Darius lifted a small crystal pendant, identical to the poisoned necklace Elara had once worn. “A little gift from your dead servant. It tracks the hybrid’s blood. She’s been glowing brighter every day. Easy to find.” Elara felt the bond twist, painfully, as Darius raised his other hand. In it: a thin silver dagger, dripping with dark liquid.

“He was murdered, Sir Kael.” Kael kneeled to check on the dead body. The neck had been seamlessly slashed, with the entire body bathing in its own blood. Then he found an ice dagger not far from the dead knight, so he picked it up and saw the blood on its icy blade. “Glacies Materia …” he said under his breath. “This is a well-made weapon.” Tristan took the ice dagger from Kael’s hand, then he studied the blade. “I know who this is from,” he turned to Kael. “You’ve also seen this … during the championship in the tournament …”

“And now that it’s awake…” Anya finished the thought. “So is the blade.” The blade. The Guardian stepped back, revealing a pedestal. Upon it—an ancient weapon. Half silver, half obsidian. Alive with power. The Bladeborn’s soul-forged dagger. Elara reached for it. It hummed in her palm. The moment her skin touched the hilt, a pulse spread out—through the cave, through the mountains, through her bond with Lerder. And they both had a vision. Shared Vision:

But if that was the case shouldn't he have felt the mate bond when they held her against her will? That was something to ponder on later one. Agron was distracted and too busy with Eden so he didn’t see me coming. All deities had a weakness and just like mine was obsidian, Agron’s was Erionite and Hades had given me a dagger made purely out of said stone. Without hesitating I plunged the dagger into his mid back causing him to release a roar before falling to the ground. I signaled for Eden to leave which she thankfully did. I withdrew the dagger then using my foot I flipped him making him face upwards.

Rigel’s Desperate Gamble Far from where Daniel fought against the darkness, Rigel stood inside an ancient, forgotten temple, his body aching from the battles they had endured. The healer’s words still rang in his ears. “There is no way to free him now. The mark is too deep. Too entwined with the ancient one’s will. If you want to sever its hold, you must use this—” Rigel stared at the weapon in his hands. An obsidian dagger, etched with golden runes, humming with a deadly, final kind of magic. A weapon not meant to kill, but to unbind. To sever connections. To sever souls.

Those eyes are the pure blue-green of the ocean which can drown anyone in its current, along with its long curly eyelashes like the waves which can pull you in its depth. But then suddenly there is a knock at the door. I immediately look away, my heart beating fast as if I’ve just committed a grave sin. Eren’s eyes narrowed. “Let me see.” He gets up from the couch and walks to the door. I follow him and stand behind. He opens the door and I smile as I see the least expected person. Azure Heredia. “Azure.” I say which makes Eren frowns. “What are you doing here?” Azure is breathtaking. He is of white skin, with azure blue eyes. His face is squarely shaped and perfectly shaved. As for his hair

“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.

Too high. "Hey, Melissa! Despite the tension in his voice, Damon's blue eyes met mine. "Avoid doing that! Keep it from winning!" I trembled in dread and anger, clenching my fists. My voice broke as I murmured, "I can't lose you." "I refuse to." The commotion was broken by Aelric's voice. "There is an alternative! He produced a gleaming, antiquated artefact in the shape of a dagger from his cloak. The golden light that shimmered on its surface stood out sharply against the surrounding blackness.

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.

Fenrir and his Coven have no idea who they have waged war against, but they will find out. “Here.” Cordelia hands me what looks like a curved dagger with a jewel-encrusted handle. “I have claws bigger than this thing. Thanks.” I hand it back to her, but she holds her hand up to stop me. “These weapons were commissioned by Zeus. It’s one of the very few weapons that can kill a vampire or wolf created by the Goddesses.” “I thought these were lost.” “No. We have the weapons—all of them. Now you, Landon, Elion, Blaze and Artemis’s wolves and Enyo’s Vampires, Skoll and Loki, have one. Just be careful who you point that thing at.” She pushes my wrist to the side.