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.

He gestured to the couch and let Yvonne and I sit before he took a seat. “The two furry idiots are upstairs getting their wounds stitched as you’ve refused to give them silver antidotes?” He cocked an eyebrow. Yvonne picked her nails. “Morri’ cursed my dagger. Silver antidote would only make it worse.” He groaned. “What am I going to do with you two?” He turned his gaze on me. “Hello, Lucy. Officially, I’m the Blue Moon Liaison to the Supernatural Concealment Forces, but call me Dagon.”

BAILEY The coin is small, scratched at the edges, and still the most powerful thing I’ve ever held in my hand. I don’t cry when he gives it to me. Not even a little. Leo thanks me with this look in his eyes like I saved his whole world instead of just walking him home. His dad’s coin is real silver—not polished or fancy, but heavy, cold, and mine. He presses it into my palm like he’s scared I’ll refuse it. I don’t. I close my fingers around it and nod once, already feeling something shift inside my chest.

“ 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.

he mumbled, gently touching the stone. Taegen didn't say anything and kept looking at it. “It was a gift,” he finally said after a long moment. “From Kythaela.” Jimmy gulped and stared at him sadly. He didn't intend to remind him of her, or no, he doesn't even want him to remember her especially when he was with him. He likes it when the king smiles so, he wouldn't like to ruin it. “A woman offered it to her as a symbol of their friendship.” Taegen continued. “She told me she had a strange hair that looked exactly like the Ruby, red and shiny. She always talked about her.”

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.

Seemed like metal. A dagger!

“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.