Chelsea Dagger Meaning の小説・ストーリー

I look down at the small intricate silver dagger, wondering how it isn't burning my hands. “It's bewitched,” Sally answers my unasked question again. “This dagger is named Soul Destroyer. It was the dagger of Saven, the Goddess of witchcraft, given to her by Selene herself. The dagger was on loan until Saven completed the task of destroying a warlock who sought to ruin all witches. But that is a story for another time. “The dagger was returned to Selene once the quest was completed, and it now belongs to you. With Selene's permission, of course.” Sally smiles. “As its new owner, the silver cannot burn you. For anyone else who touches it? I'm afraid it will hurt beyond words.

She pulled a dagger from her purse. The silver blade gleamed under the lights. A forbidden weapon, laced with silver. "Die!" she screamed, lunging at me. In that instant, a cloud of black mist materialized between us. A powerful hand seized Chloe's wrist. "Ah!" she cried out in pain, the dagger clattering to the floor. The mist dissolved, and Damon stood before me. His tall frame was a shield, his cold eyes fixed on Chloe. "Attacking the heir of House Thorne with a forbidden weapon," his voice was like ice. "That's a capital crime."

he smiled menacingly. "I am the leader of a mafia cartel known as the 7 Daggers, here in Miami. We happen to be the ruling force of the city's underworld and our authority is undisputed. As an Arabian Prince, I'm quite sure you understand what this means" Chelsea started. Hakeem caressed his jaw, gently pulling on his beards. "Am I to feel threatened?" he asked, eyeing Chelsea skeptically.

Maybe he was the one who made that chain. He blinked, when I twisted around and clawed at him. My wolf howled inside. "I have read a lot. This dagger is your only weakness, isn't it? That is also the reason you wanted it back, isn't it?” I sighed. The words in the books I read were only vague, but I understood it now. The desperation in Coulton's eyes... it was real. I pushed the dagger towards his chest. "Will it kill you? Poison you somehow? How powerful is this dagger you have made to destroy your adversaries?"

He wanted me to take revenge, to reclaim the throne, but today, I’m not just going to reclaim the throne. I would reclaim the woman they stole from me with their influence and power as the Lycan kings of our pack and the chief commanders of the palace. I pulled the dagger out of its sheath, and raised it so I can see for myself, how dangerous the ancient weapon I had with me is. It was a Chinese dagger with Chinese inscriptions on it. It was said to be an ancient battle craft which can cut through metal plates used in shielding the chest from sword blows and arrow strike.

She already had a pet, even if it was short-lived. Before he could overthink too much, she opened the lid. The insides send out silver sparks as sunlight fell on it. On a red polster, as if slumbering peacefully, laid a silver dagger. It was as long as Katherine's lower arm, it's sheath and the end of the hilt decorated with violet and white gemstones. The hilt was wrapped with light brown leather, and on the crossguard and sheath were tiny letters inlaid. Katherine lowered her head to read them. "For the wise to carry" stood at the sheath, and at the crossguard, "For the brave to wield". Katherine sucked in a deep breath as her eyes darted up to Nathaniel.

From the look on Chelsea's face, it was certain that Alice was asking her weird questions. "Your skin is nice. What do you usually eat for your skin?" was one of her questions when he entered the chatter. "She eats silver stakes. Wanna try some?" Asking, Alastair walked past her side and approached Chelsea who was stiffened in the place. She hadn't answered "Holy cow, Stair! You brought her here?" "Yes. Now, excuse us, and don't call me that ever again." "Who is she?" "My wolfsbane." "What is she?"

“That’s impossible. Witch Circe’s art of word is damn too extraordinary. She had prepared just two of them for me on my special demand. And since she had drank that holy water, I’m positive about the part that she didn’t prepare the third one for anyone ever.” “But at the same time, she also mentioned, ‘the blade of the dagger is always laced with never-ending wolfsbane and Vervain’s position, made to kill both werewolves and the vampires. In fact, Aleena loved this dagger so much that she asked me to prepare two daggers in the same design’. Do you love the design so much? Did it mean that she had shown the picture or design of the dagger before preparing it?” “No.”, I shook my head. “She ha

It wasn't every day, you died and met a demon prince. "The Alpha of the Wyoming pack," Raglan said with a smile. It was as if a bulb lit up in Hazel's eyes. The moon goddess was definitely in her favor. "Turns out I might as well enjoy this," Hazel said happily. "I hope you will," Raglan said. Lastly, he handed her a sheath made out of the finest leather. Hazel reached into the sheath and pulled out a dagger. "That dagger is pure silver made out of a wolf's bane and angel's breath," Raglan explained.

She didn't even have time to turn her head. With the dagger plunged into her chest, her body staggered backward. Her breath was cut off. As warm blood trickled from her mouth and the corners of her lips, her eyes locked onto the eyes before her. "Caleb, you cursed blood..." Agness growled, her voice choked with blood. Caleb only smiled. A cold, demonic smile full of triumph. Agness's gaze slowly shifted to the dagger. She recognized it. This dagger was the soul dagger of the Sacred Rose lineage.