Dagger And Coin Novels & Stories

“What does my wife get to do with this? Reverse the damn poison now!” “Please…” Was it just me or did Kian DaSilver just use the word please? Given by the brief silence and amused laugh from Ryker, I guess I wasn't the only one shocked. “I'm sorry, what was that?” “Where's the antidote? Tell me got it!” Kian scrambled around the room, throwing things on the ground then froze in his tracks when Ryker slowly raised up a small greenish bottle with a chuckle. “You mean this?” “Ryker…” Kian said, his voice careful and low. “Hand that over.”

“Don’t say words more. My daughter can’t be used to settle a debt. You open the bee's yard with your head, so you should bear the consequences and let it bite you.” “We are not using her to settle a debt…” he tried to explain, but she wasn’t interested. “Then what’s this call? Hun? Answer me,” “You gambled a lot of money and lost, you borrowed money from the Leo family and now that you can’t pay it back, you dare come back to me that one stupid Mrs. Nadia, or what is she called, wants my daughter in exchange.” Anita snickered. She didn’t believe her husband could say that. But no matter what he says, she won’t change her mind.

High in the Spire of Applied Sciences, Malakor stood before a reinforced observation window. Inside the blast chamber sat the stolen Ember-Coin. Stripped from the Rogue Exchange, the stone had immediately sensed the severing of the "Bond." Its warm, steady orange glow had flickered and died, leaving behind nothing but a cold, smooth piece of river rock.

It was a person. A small girl, no older than five, stepped out of the darkness. She was wearing rags, but in her hand, she held a single, gold coin—the very first coin minted by the original Twelve. She looked at Xander, then at me, and held it out. "My daddy told me this was worth everything," she whispered. "But I’m hungry. Can I trade it for a piece of bread?" I looked at the coin, then at the girl. The war was over, but the hunger was just beginning. And the Banker in me knew that as long as one person held a coin, the story wasn't finished.

Because she wasn’t wrong. Two hundred silver coins each month. Two hundred. I had never even seen so many coins in one place without someone screaming “Thief!” at me. Why would he give that to me if I just… stayed the same? I hadn’t thought about it then, but now Daisy’s words tangled with my thoughts like vines.

Blood Fang! My grip tightened around the coin as my mind suddenly snapped out of the haze. I hurried out of the room and rushed to my study, creating a mind link with Beta Dexter. Once inside, I yanked open a drawer in my table and pulled out another coin to compare it with the one I’d just found in Mira’s room. It was real! How could a Blood Fang pack coin end up in Mira’s drawer?

"She'll fetch a good price at the auction." "Wish you'd let me have her first," Dagger grumbled before opening the door to leave but stopped short when he saw Sinjin pointing a Glock 17 at his forehead. "Hello," Sinjin grinned. "Isn't it unfortunate that we're meeting again?" "Mother fucker," Dagger hissed as he walked backward into the room, his hands raised grudgingly in surrender. "I heard you were expecting me? Here I am," Sinjin said, keeping one gun trained on Dagger and another on Taron as he stepped into the room, his bodyguard behind him. "I have your money, so let them go."

Maybe her mouth wasn’t entirely a betrayal—it might just have known better not to ask, sensing that it could earn her a slap. “The thing is... he owes them a ton of money. A debt we can’t pay off, not even if our whole family works hard for generations,” Olivia said, her voice tinged with pity. “So, the Fletchers offered a way out. They want one of our daughters to marry into their family.” “But you said I’m not your daughter...” Julia whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

“Who gave the order?” The man winced. “Our boss got the job. We don’t get names. Just coin.” “Then how do you know the contract came from someone inside the clan?” Damien pressed. The prisoner coughed again. This time, it was harder. Blood and phlegm spilled down his chin. “Because of the coin,” he said, wiping his mouth against his shoulder. “Silver. Old Blackwood coin. Crest stamped into every one. You don’t use currency like that unless you’re rich. Connected.”

The currency calculation in this world, 1 platinum coin = 100 gold coins, 1 gold coin = 10 silver coins, 1 silver coin = 10 bronze coins. "5 platinum coins or I will sell it in another city, with such a very good condition you still get a lot of profit." I immediately bullied him, but still gave him a profit. Of course, in good condition because it was only a cut on the neck without any other injuries. The minimal damage was due to the combination of Erin's gravity magic and then being directly slashed by Violet. "E e four platinum coins!" he answered confusedly. "Oh okay," my answer made him put on a relieved face.