Dagger And Coin Novels & Stories

It's much smaller than I would have anticipated," he commented as he waved it in front of Daggers face. Dagger pressed his lips together in a thin hard line, almost turning white, shaking his head no. With his free hand, Leander gripped Dagger's jaw in his fist and squeezed, forcing his mouth open. Dagger shook his head violently, but it wasn't enough to stop Leander from shoving Dagger's cock into his mouth! I was going to faint. Just pass out. Fall over right there. Abruptly, Cyril grabbed my bicep, steadying me, keeping me on my feet.

“ 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 was the first time in his life that someone told him he was beautiful in such a sweet and meaningful way. Taegen surprised him by resting his hand on his cheek. He gently caressed it and ran his long fingers through his shiny locks. He smiled softly and whispered, “Diamond,” before planting a kiss on his lips.

I stood alone in the drive of the clubhouse, the sapphire light of the Norton flickering into a mournful, lonely blue. He had traded his soul for my mother’s life. But as the dust settled, I saw a single, silver-weighted coin lying on the ground where Dax had stood. I picked it up. On one side was the Steele crest. On the other, scratched into the metal with a sharp tool, were three words: TRACK THE FANG. The romance has been severed, but the hunt has just begun.

Only a few NPCs and Challengers were roaming busily in the area. I had a few occasions of going here, whenever the group's I had joined before made transactions here, I did buy a 1,000 coins worth dagger here but it broke after only 4 uses, I also bought that steel sword worth 10,000 coins which is the biggest investment I had done since Evangelion became a norm. "Coming back here brings back some cringey memories…" I muttered.

“You mean the coin. The one we found with the coordinates?” Alistair nodded slowly, his eyes flicking to the box Lillian still carried. “That coin holds more than just a symbol. It’s part of a network—one that controls access to far more than just a vault. Derrick knows that. And as long as he has pieces of the puzzle, he’ll never stop hunting.” David shook his head, disbelief etched on his face. “You’re telling us that this coin is more valuable than the vault itself? That this is what Derrick really wants?”

He quickly called emergency services with shaking hands. “Please… accident under the Brooklyn Bridge… my friend is badly hurt…” After ending the call, Dante’s eyes fell on the object left behind. He staggered toward it. Under the rain, a silver coin gleamed. Dante picked it up. It was an ancient Roman coin—a Denarius—from Leonard’s most prized collection. Carved into its surface was a fresh scratch in the shape of the letter “D.” Dante clenched the coin tightly, its sharp edges cutting into his palm. Fresh blood dripped onto the asphalt, mixing with rainwater and leaking engine oil.

The man took the green paper without a second thought and dropped it into a metal drawer that popped open with a loud, metallic sound. He reached into the drawer, pulled out one green paper money stamped with the number '1', reached into a small plastic cup, and handed me two heavy, shiny silver discs. "Have a good one, Sigrun." I stared down at the shiny silver discs in my hand. Coins! Actual, honest-to-gods silver coins! They were small, stamped with the profile of an eagle and a warlord with tied-back hair. A wave of profound relief washed over me. This realm did have real money! They merely used paper scrip for large transactions to spare their deep pockets from sagging!

She lifted the shimmering coin, light glinting off its surface like a beacon in the dim room. Tristan took a cautious step toward her, his eyes narrowing. “And you bargained with her?” Autumn’s frustration flared. “I didn’t give her anything,” she retorted, the words sharp as glass. “She gave me this.” The coin practically pulsated in her grasp, its glow igniting a flicker of fear in Tristan's gaze, compelling him to instinctively recoil, as if it had seared his skin. His eyes darkened, shadowed by looming dread. “That’s not just a key. That’s a debt token,” he said, his tone grave.

That’s when he mentioned the Knights Honor Coin. It was a very old and highly sought after copper coin that was as wide as my palm with an engraving of a sun blessed sword on one side and a moon blessed quiver on the other. This was something that could only be earned if you were named a Grand Knight, saved the life of a Royal family member or contributed to a great cause during a war. And it was also passed down within the family and used as a means to demand acceptance as a Squire or Knight.