Dagger And Coin Novels & Stories

Matteo asked, his interest had risen. Organic solid gold, heavy with thick deep inscriptions. Each side of the coin had different faces carved on them. The coin was resting on Matteo's right palm. Lexi had lightly tossed him the coin to check its quality. He was not going to fall for a fixed game. He tossed it back at her and she deftly caught it. Matteo poured himself another glass of brandy and drank while waiting for Lexi's gamble. "You took a good look at the coin I presume, so let's play a game of heads or tail, best one out of one," Lexi continued.

The day before our wedding, my fiance, Brandon Foster, and his girl bestie pulled out their wedding certificate at the casino. Brandon shrugged as he said, "It's just a joke—we'll be divorced tomorrow, and everyone knows that Wanda and I are strictly platonic." Wanda Stiles, however, was smiling provokingly. "Come on—they say marriage is sacred, so you guys can quit gawking already and hand us our wedding presents!" Everyone around the table laughed, with someone saying, "Alright! I own a business in the West End, and you can have it for your wedding… if you beat me at the dice game. Table rules." I didn't argue and merely sat at the table, smiling faintly as I met Brandon's frown. "The

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.

-SKELETON DAGGER / RARITY: NORMAL TO RARE (BLUE TAG)- STR: 4 AGI: 5 DURABILITY: 100/100 AN UNKNOWN APPRENTICE BLACKSMITH WITH ALOT OF POTENTIAL CREATED A WEAPON THAT GOAL WAS TO SLAY THE ENEMIES IN FRONT, BY THE GREAT POTENTIAL THE WEAPON IS NEAR TO RARE AND THE PERFECTION HUNDRED REFINEMENT IS VERY NEAR. IT'S SHAPE WAS METICULOUSLY COMPARE TO A COMBAT KNIFE. USING THE SKELETON AS A BASE ITS A DURABLE WEAPON THAT CAN FIGHT A HUNDRED BATTLE.

The dim firelight caught the blinding reflection of hundreds of solid gold Bloodmoon coins, stacked neatly in heavy velvet bags alongside high-grade steel daggers and hunting weapons laced with lethal wolfsbane, taken straight from her pack's private hidden armory. Malakor’s eyes widened, his lazy smirk instantly vanishing from his scarred face as he stood up and walked slowly toward the chest. He reached down, picking up a handful of the heavy gold coins and letting them clink greedily back into the box. He picked up one of the silver daggers, testing the edge against his thumb, a dark appreciation clearing the boredom from his features. "This is a hell of a lot of coin, Cynthia. And high-g

It was a pair of eyes peering into the back of her head. Everybody got in their fighting stance on top of their bikes. They knew the power of Lisa's intuition. Krisan even pulled out her Dagger, The Dagger's handle was black and had a black golf ball-sized energy core where the handle and the blade met. Curiously, the blade was not metal but pure energy with black vapors coming off of it. The dagger looked evil and ominous; the aura coming off of it made everyone feel a shiver down their spine.

Draco replied to him calmly Hearing which Morris walked ahead in front of Chief Damon and showed small silver coin bag from his hand and said “Yes Chief… see.. he paid us with silver coins….” Chief Damon took a glance at Morris hand and harshly clutched silver coin bag with his right hand and threw it straight in feet of Draco…. “Get you money and leave this place….NOW… find some other village to get your ship repair…” Damon replied and turned to leave not before glancing at me....

that were actually focus exercises for shadow manipulation; bedtime stories about dragons that weren't stories at all but family histories; the strange coin she'd pressed into his hand before she died, telling him to keep it safe. "The coin," he whispered, his eyes widening. "I used it as a model for the DragonCoin logo. I thought it was just an antique." Xaihuang stepped forward, his bronze eyes gleaming with sudden intensity. "You have the Twilight Balance Coin?" "I... I think so," Liam said. "It's embedded in my laptop case. I've carried it with me everywhere since my grandmother died. It felt important, though I never understood why."

“The money is fake. Interest is now higher. Two lives are required.” “You idiot!” Raven shouted, tackling Enzo, dragging him away from the pit. The purple oil slithered across the field, snaking toward Sarah and Dante. Cold dread flooded June. She stared at the silver coin in her palm: a heart on one side, a star on the other. It wasn’t just a bill—it was a scale, weighing lives. She grabbed Dante’s hand. “Dante, hold on to me!” she yelled. His fingers shook, but he reached out. When their hands met over the purple oil, the silver coin began to melt. It turned into liquid silver. It slid over their skin, sticking their hands together like glue.

“This isn’t my first fucking rodeo, boss.” Of course, it wasn’t. Dagger was ex-military. The government had trained him themselves. I tapped my desk as I thought about options. Since the cops were only fishing, and there was nothing to connect me to the dealers, I decided not to worry about it. “Just keep an eye on things, but I’m fucking confident we’re not a serious suspect.” When Dagger just stood there for a moment too long, I barked, “What?” “Detective Cox said she was coming to talk to you this afternoon.”