Cerulean Dagger Elden Ring Novels & Stories

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.

"Maybe the answer is you throw the dagger from a distance and I kill the dark magic. There is always another way and we will come up with a solution." Elle nodded, silently, and swallowed hard. The last podium waited for her. Nova drew a breath and walked towards it, already dreading whatever she was about to see. The dagger resting on it was Elle's in size but nothing else. Gold wrapped the handle in a braided pattern. A diamond sat at its center, sapphires beneath. Two rubies gleamed where the blade met the hilt. It could have been the twin to Fin's gold sword or the counterpart to Jax's sapphire blade. Somehow, it felt like it belonged to both.

She glanced at Ryker—his obsidian armor gleamed, the crescent moon pendant on his chest catching the light. Callista held out a ceremonial dagger, its blade forged from meteorite steel and inlaid with silver. “First, you must make the Offering of Blood.” Ryker stepped forward. “I... ” He hesitated, eyes flicking to Selene. She reached for the dagger, drawing it across her palm. Crimson welled up. The sensation was sharp, intimate, the sting a reminder of the mortal vessel she inhabited. She pressed her bleeding hand to the dais, the runes flaring with life.

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.

Swiftly, I tightened my hold on his neck, just before jerking my hand and snapping his neck. Since Dragons weren’t that simple to kill, I also proceeded to cut his head off with the dagger that usually carried. Once his head fell to the ground, rolling a few times just as his body crumbled to the floor. I took the Stone and held it between my thumb and index finger. After examining it a few times to ensure it was the correct Stone, I wrapped my hand around it.

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

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.

I nodded continuously. "Anyways I wanted to personally give you this," He said before he brought out a cloth from his track trousers. He handed me the clothes and I opened it up. It was a dagger made from silver. The handle had a dragon carving. "The dragon of el Dorado," I said to myself. I looked up at him. Why would he get me this? It was more than the price of the Mansion. It was a dagger used by the first female assassin of crystal city. "Must have cost a fortune," I managed to say.

Thousands of souls trapped in a grid of amethyst light, their auras flickering like dying candles behind frosted glass. "I’m looking at the door, Aradaa. And I'm looking at my hands." Kaelor stood behind him, his bare chest mapped with fresh, pink scars where the silver-burns were knitting shut. He flexed his fingers, the knuckles cracking in the silence. "The 'colors' aren't going to get us past the gates. We need that dagger. Seraphina said it’s the only thing that bites deep enough to kill a First-Born." "The Lunar Dagger," Aradaa murmured. He turned, the light in his eyes dimming slightly as he looked at Kaelor. "It’s in the heart of the Sanguine Palace. Malachi is hosting a ball tonight