Dagger And Coin Novels & Stories

Gair, the third-born son of the Laird to the largest clan on the border, is one of three identical triplets. He is quite content with the fun and freedom of a third-born son. He enjoyed spending his days training with the men and his nights laying with willing lasses. Leaving his brothers to squabble over how to run the clan and worry about providing heirs suited him fine. Unfortunately, the king has other ideas. To keep peace in the highlands and unite the borderlands the king feels all three men must have a clan of their own. Since he believes all three are unwed, he chooses brides for them which will result in each having a clan to rule and a wife to create heirs with. He wed Gai to a beautiful woman. The problem? The woman had married his brother two years earlier! With a coin toss, the brothers swap identities, switching wives and clans. Will anyone notice? Will Gair regret leaving his home and the beautiful woman the king had gifted him to head off into the unknown, to run a clan he's never visited and marry a woman he's never met? Isobel is an outcast in her own clan. She refuses to dress or act like a lady. Instead, she has found a way to become nearly invisible, and to help and who are being abused to escape to new lives. She had thought herself safe from the dangers of marriage. It hadn't occurred to her that the king would see it done. Can she trust this stranger with her secrets? Can he help her heal from the past? Most importantly, can she help him save their clan from being taken over by a band of rogue mercenaries?

Eira Silverclaw’s heart shattered as she stood before the man she had given everything to—the man she had loved, trusted, and sacrificed for. For three years, she had poured her soul into their marriage, taking on responsibilities beyond her own, all for the sake of their pack’s future. But now, on the third anniversary of their union, everything she had worked for was crumbling in an instant. Her husband, Alpha Kieran Blackthorn, was no longer the man she had married. The pride in his eyes as he gazed at the woman he brought home—his mistress, pregnant with his child—was a dagger to her heart. The audacity of his words, cold and calculated, rang in her ears. “She is pregnant with our child. Since you couldn’t afford to give birth for three years, her child will be ours too. The three of us. Now, you should refer to her as a younger sister.” Her breath caught in her throat. "Shameless." The word echoed in her mind, but she couldn’t speak it aloud. What could she say? Her world was falling apart, and he was only adding salt to the wound. With her marriage falling apart, Eira wasn’t the type to let anyone decide her fate—not even the man who had once been everything to her. “Marry me, Magnus Ironfang.” She looked into the eyes of her husband’s most dangerous rival—the cursed Alpha of the North. Cold, ruthless, and feared by all, Magnus was the last man anyone would expect her to turn to. But with her marriage in ruins and her heart broken, what did she have left to lose?

When I'm seven months pregnant, my mate, Kayden Booker, brings me to a celebratory party hosted in the Darkwind pack. Vera Walker, a Beta warrior, purposefully splashes red wine onto my gown. She also accuses me of smelling like a Rogue. I shove her away, only for her to collapse to the floor. Kayden immediately picks Vera up before slapping me in the face. "You're just a plaything to warm my bed, and yet you have the gall to touch what's mine?" That night, the video of me doing a lap dance while heavily pregnant is projected to the pack's public monitor, all thanks to Vera. The comment section is filled with the wolves' lewd chuckles and mocking comments. As I hide outside the door, I listen to Kayden and his subordinates' conversation. "She's just a human being who's meant to carry my pup. I'm going to abandon her when I get sick of her." "Only the Moon Goddess knows if that pup inside her womb is a bastard pup or what." "Vera is right. Women like her should be groomed." The wolves laugh among themselves. "Alpha Kayden, that woman sure is hot! Will you give her to us and let us have a taste?" Kayden replies icily, "Once she gives birth to that wretched pup, you can do whatever you want to her." Laughter fills the conference hall once again. I pull out the silver dagger that I've been tucking under my pillow. Then, I scratch out the countdown timer on my calendar.

It was only on our first wedding anniversary that I realized the rubbers I bought before our wedding had long expired. No one would believe that my mafia husband, Andre Garcia, and I had never consummated our marriage. That night, I gathered my courage and bought a suggestive nightgown. After downing three glasses of whisky, I hugged Andre tightly and whispered in his ear, "Darling, let's do it today. I want you..." However, Andre shook my hand off indifferently as if he were handling a gun. "Danielle Lawson, do you have no shame? You've done such shameless things time and time again. If you're really that lonely, I'll order you some toys so you can play with them to your heart's content." My face turned deathly pale as I stood there, stunned. I could not understand why a wife begging for her husband's affection was considered 'shameless' behavior. I curled up on the couch, unable to help but ask on social media. Danielle: [My husband has no dysfunction. Why won't he touch me after marriage?] Someone replied: [Perhaps your husband has someone else.] Like a dagger, that comment pierced me awake. I suddenly realized—maybe the problem was not that I was unattractive but rather that he was never mine. The moment I deleted my account, I also made the decision to leave. Who could have imagined that Andre, who would usually not even glance at me, would frantically search for me after I disappeared? "Danielle, I can't get a hard-on after you left!"

The dagger goes in before she understands her consort is the one holding it. ——— My consort is the one holding the blade. I fall into the Forbidden Zone with his voice in my ear — *You were never going to be the queen this kingdom needed, Rose is everything you are not* — and every stroke downward the Hollow drinks my color, my voice, my breath. As I sink through the dark I understand, in a rising tide of memory I can no longer outrun, what I refused to see: my cousin Rose has been his lover for three years. My uncle Rick has been my father's killer for seven months. I hit the Hollow's floor among the skeletons of seven women who came before me. I should die there. A black pearl pulses in the dark and asks me one question. I say yes. What rises from the Forbidden Zone is not the princess they pushed. My scales burn blood-red shot through with molten gold and piercing teal, edged in obsidian. My voice shatters coral when I choose. I can drain a merfolk's power until their scales grey to driftwood, and I can shift any being between human and merfolk form. But the pearl hungers. Black veins creep across my chest with every life I take. And the throne I want back? It was never the prize. It was the trap. ——— Will Irene become the villainess her kingdom fears? Or will she remember the girl they buried long enough to choose what kind of queen to be? And the older sister who has been waiting two hundred years to use her — what happens when Irene decides the family she was born into is not the one worth dying for?

A week before my death, my Alpha mate's childhood sweetheart Sarah returned to our pack. That night, he didn't come home. The next day, I received his mind-link. "I've purchased a mate-bond severing potion from the pack witch. Come home now so we can break our bond." In our pack, the Moon Goddess was very serious about mate bonds. Once two wolves chose to form a mate, the mate bond could not be severed, unless the witch's potion was used. This potion was very expensive, costing up to $500,000 per bottle. I smiled bitterly. He was very generous to sever the bond with me. I coughed twice before answering, "I'm in the healing center." His voice turned ice cold. "I don't care where you are. Even if you're about to die, you need to come back." I calmly replied, "Fine." He didn't know that I really was dying. Three years ago, during a rogue wolf attack, I blocked the silver dagger for him to protect him while he was unconscious. I was poisoned by silver and became weaker and weaker over the past three years. I only had one week left to live. On the day of my funeral, my mate was busy holding his marking ceremony with Sarah. Later, he knelt before my grave in pristine white ceremonial clothes, clutching my headstone and whispering through tears. "If there's another life after this one, I still want to marry you." That day was his marking ceremony with his childhood sweetheart. It was also my funeral.

Sold like a circus animal. Collared, forced into misery and self-hatred. With a single blow, she hopes to change her life, only to find herself trapped again. Ocean has no idea what freedom means, but she desires nothing more than a taste of it. The secrets hidden from her will unfold before her eyes, no one can escape the truth. ~~~ The book excerpt: "Here, I have a key to your heart," I left the key in my palm, metal, and skin together. I stumbled upon the ancient artwork in the locker rooms. It caught my attention because it resembles a dagger, so I took it and waited for the perfect opportunity. "Silly girl, that is not the key to my heart. Pathetic attempt." Vladimir growls in disgust. If I'm lucky, I'll be free by the end of the night. Taking the first step toward my destruction, I grin and move my hips in time with the slow music in the background. Vladimir swallows, his Adam's apple bobbles in his throat. The vampire's eyes focus on the crook of my neck as I stop directly in front of him. I place my palm on his chest, guide my fingertips down to his abdominal muscles, a corner of my lip twitches in disgust. When he closes his eyes, I take the opportunity to plunge the key directly into his heart, smiling as his eyes shoot open and he looks down at me in horror. "Are you still convinced I don't have the key to your heart?" I ask, grab him by the collar, and pull him closer. My lips nearly touch his ear as I whisper, "It fits."

The sirens knew how to do only one thing. Kill. Usually, it was just those who travelled their seas, until the greedy ruler of Greake, captured their queen. The sirens ventured into the lands at midnight in search of their Queen, bringing chaos along with them. So many lives were lost from the midnight invasion, as such the humans had a powerful witch, Adora, summon the Pombero to keep the sirens off their lands. King Edwardo got greedy again. With his sword in hand, dripping the blood of their victims, and Adora by his side, he haunted the sirens who were retreating into their seas. The few who survived the slaughter were enslaved by the king and exploited for riches until they died a miserable death. Edwardo didn't stop there. His quest for wealth and power clouded his sense of reasoning. Sick of the bloodshed, Adora performed a dark ritual that brought a temporary calm to both sides. Adora didn't give much thought to the consequences, until she pushed the hideous child out of her womb. Years later, the throne of the Golden seas remained empty, as none of the sirens were powerful enough to contain the darkness that enveloped the throne. Given that half of their powers were locked away in the other half of their hearts given away by the sea to human mates, whom they were bound to love for the rest of their lives for the sake of peace. Princess Almira was not looking forward to finding love. All she needed was the other half of her heart to take over her mother's throne. Since the mates were immune to their manipulative melodies, Almira decided to go in search of him herself with only one plan. Drive a dagger through his heart and retrieve her property.

My sister and I slept for a thousand years. Tonight, we would Awaken. We would become true High-Bloods. Our Sire, Countess Lylandra, brought us two men. We had to choose a Blood Thrall. A cold, celibate priest. A young, harmless noble prince. In my past life, Lilith grabbed the prince by the neck and vanished into the shadows. She left me with the cold-hearted priest. The prince's blood was sweet, his soul pure. He was supposed to be the perfect sacrifice for the Awakening ritual. Lilith should have become a High-Blood without any trouble. But she fell for the prince's sweet words and gentle lies. She poured her ancient power into him. She forged a false blood bond to help him seize the throne. On his coronation day, he plunged a dagger dipped in blessed silver into her heart. With his own hands, he carved out her new Blood Core. He offered it to his werewolf allies. Lilith nearly turned to dust. And me? The priest helped me purify my blood. I broke the vampire curse. I no longer feared the sun or blessed silver. I became the legendary Daywalker Queen. Jealousy drove her mad. She used her last drop of power to unleash a kin-curse. It killed us both. Then I opened my eyes. I was back. Back to the night we chose our Blood Thralls. This time, Lilith chose differently. She wrapped herself around the priest, a vision of seduction. Her blood-red wings spread, ready to carry him away. My fangs slid from my gums. A choice? Why should I have to choose? The priest and the prince... Both are mine for the taking.

Death doesn’t scare me, Firefly. Even if I must swallow poison, I shall claim you as mine,” Keir whispered in her ears, holding Eliza’s wrist firmly. While trying to push him away, Eliza growled, pointing her dagger at him, “Any last wish then?” “Yes, fall in love with me.” Pulling her closer to his chest and looking into her eyes, he leaned closer to her face, “Damn! You are gonna kill me just with your glare, Firefly.” Eliza's face turned pale, hearing the clattering of footsteps, “Just leave before my brother finds you!” Keir brushed his thumb on her delicate lips as he whispered in a husky tone, “I will be back for you. Don't forget that you belong to me.” _____ Eliza, a werewolf princess, committed the sin of falling in love with her greatest enemy, Keir, the Lycan Prince. She faced the consequences too. Her family was murdered brutally while she escaped somehow. She pledged her hatred towards Keir for eternity. The destiny had another plan for them. Eliza found herself pregnant with Keir’s child. As a single mother with no money and power, it was extremely difficult to take care of everything when she collided with Keir once again. Surprisingly, Keir didn’t even remember her existence yet his soul recognised her scent. The intoxicating scent of desire and passion! The scent that tempted him 5 years ago to break all the rules and taboos to be with that divinely enchanting maiden. The closer he went to her, the more obsessed he became to claim her. That passionate flame was reignited when Keir found Eliza on his bed 5 years later, once again, asking for his love and passion. While Keir was ready to claim her again, Eliza was determined this time not to repeat her mistake…