Dagger Anime Novels & Stories

I grinned as I let my true scent sniff by the last were-rogue. I can tell she’s a girl due to her stand, her size smaller than them, and her voice. She sniffs the air and closes her almost dilated red eyes while drooling sticky saliva. “Playtime…” I coldly said as I get one of my personalized sterling silver daggers. Its handle design with ancient carves with a black diamond rune at the center. While the silver blade has a small skull with the letter “D” on its forehead. It’s my signature as a well-known werewolf hunter feared by them.

“Do you know what a Nephilim is, Konstantin? It is a child born of an angel laying with a human - this dagger is made up of the blood and ash of five hundred Nephilim infants ripped from their mother’s arms. That uncomfortable feeling in your chest telling you to flee is due to the dark magic and sin embedded in this weapon.” I look at Kai, positive that my horrified expression mirrored his and Cat’s. This is the weapon we’ll use; this dagger is made up of sin and death, and it’s the only thing that can kill a supernatural creature. She moves the box closer so we can see how it looks - inlaid in silk, it is made up of obsidian glass and spun metal, the hilt looks like silver, and the grip is

I said playing with the dagger while starring at his hopeless self on the floor . " what..what do you mean " he stammered "this dagger is gonna help me steal your powers .I need it for something important " I said " bitch you're a whore "he roared and tried to move but couldn't " oops sorry sweetheart but your time is up and thanks for being part of my game "I aid and plug the dagger into his chest " ohhmm "he gasped and his body shook violently untill he burst into smoke which the dagger absorbed .the dagger fell down on the floor

“No. That’s Caius. The dagger was forged to end what Xander began. Only someone bound to his blood can truly wield it without being destroyed by it. It doesn’t care if he’s good or evil—it only wants a vessel strong enough to hold its power. But that kind of power comes with a cost.” He looked at me then, no longer just a warrior, no longer a guide—but a father. A man trying to hold on to the fragile hope that his daughter would live to see peace. “Cauis needs Lira,” Dain added quietly. “Not just to find the dagger. To hold on to who he is once he wields it. Lira’s the only one strong enough to anchor him.” My throat tightened. I understood that too well. “Like Tobias needed me,” I whispered

His mother, Luna Light, was at his side, her face pale with horror. In the midst of the turmoil, a Rogue, seeing an opportunity, drew a silver knife. The blade gleamed with malicious intent as it aimed directly at Damon. Luna Light, driven by an instinct to protect her son, threw herself into the path of the blade. The knife struck her side, and she crumpled to the ground with a gasp.

" She mummed the words helplessly. Monica and Ludovic stood behind her, sharing a measure of the pain. "Listen to me, Iris." She wheezed, groping unto her arm, as blood oozed out of her slit on her chest, and from the corner of her mouth. "I don't have much time. The dagger is a magical blade, born from the breath of the sea serpent. No one can survive the thrust from the dagger, and no victim can be healed from it." "I'm so sorry." Iris trembled, falling to her knees with Zelta in her arms. "I wish there's another."

My heart stutters in my chest from looking at his beauty, a part of me still unable to understand how we could have gotten so lucky with him. He is absolutely perfect and I could not have asked for a better mate. I can sense Leigh withdraw back in my mind at that thought, but I don’t have time to check on her with so many expectant eyes staring at me. Derrick leans down, giving me a light peck on my lips before pulling back and handing me a beautiful, silver-plated dagger. The artwork around the dagger was beautiful to look at. Intricate lines were carved into the handle in the shape of vines with flowers that I have only ever seen in my dream world. My eyes widen in surprise when I see one

Lost myself in the only thing that made sense in a world that had suddenly outgrown me. As the fire died out, the Alpha of the Fenrir sought comfort in the arms of the girl who had helped him ruin everything, while the Queen he had discarded dreamed of the three shards that would end his reign forever. --- [Dagger P.O.V] I didn't go far. Perched on the gargoyle three stories above the ward. Cloak wrapped tight. Mask still in place. The nosebleed had stopped but my hands still shook. Pathetic. I was Dagger. The Ghost Blade. The assassin who had killed seventeen warlords, three archmages, and a god's avatar. I didn't shake. I didn't hesitate. I didn't stand at the foot of a girl's bed leaking

Daito picked up the dagger, he slowly impaled himself, Alicia watched on as the blade tardily made its way into his torso. It rested spiked for a while before he pulled it out and opened the grimoire and drew an emblem over one of the pages. Soon after Anato Strider, Dakario, the 5th head and seven of the eight assassins sprang up from a teleportation circle. Alicia was further away, from where Daito had appeared. Daito struggled to walk up to them clenching on his chest. The fifth head dashed to him and started chanting some incantation Alicia had heard before when they were in the woods,

He bellowed at his son, his own eyes dilating into obsidian black as anger rose from his aura. If I was scared earlier, I am more terrified now. When it comes to daggers, Alpha Argon is not the one to be dismissed. He has the skill to hit his target even with just a simple glance. And the dagger he was holding was made of silver. If he strikes it on Alexa’s heart, she’ll be dead in seconds. The veins from Alpha Aeon’s body started to appear as he coiled his hands into tight fists. "What do you want from her?"