Dagger Anime Novels & Stories

He stood in front of that girl who was crying with a dagger in her hand, holding it tightly, as if she was sheltering in it She had long chestnut hair and blue eyes, with white and smooth skin with some redness Perhaps because of her crying, she looked at him silently, "You are a werewolf!!" She whispered in a hoarse voice that stirred his feelings He gave her a very calm look, then sighed deeply and said, "You're my friend." Damn it, she's a vampire, while they're in a great war among themselves who finds his mate and what? She's his enemy...maybe.

Nicholas explained with a happy face but I couldn't stop crying yet. "I didn't know it was the dagger, it wasn't intentional. The dagger was just controlling itself." I kept my eyes shut as I thought that I was sounding foolish. "The dagger belongs to the million-year-old is a pet and it has a soul of its own. It chooses its owner and once it chooses them, it will keep protecting them at all costs. Congratulations, Noelle, you have become invincible," Nicholas kept explaining, probably to convince me that I was not guilty of killing the fake Daisy.

In the end, it shot into the air like an arrow. Madam Nalan was completely astonished upon seeing this. What kind of monster was this man? He could directly squeeze the poisonous dagger out of his body! Were his muscles made of iron? The blue dagger she smelted would release horrific poison as soon as it got into a person's skin. An ordinary Sage Realm Master would die immediately when the dagger scratched him a little. Even a God Realm Master would be weakened. But, wasn't the person before her flesh and blood? Ding Hao turned around and stared at Madam Nalan, just like a giant beast from ancient times staring at an ant. His eyes were full of cruelty.

Intrigued by this mysterious girl with silver hair and ember eyes, he resolved to get to know her better. Offering her a ride was his way of extending an olive branch, an invitation into his world. At first, Aqua hesitated, politely declining his offer. But as the heavens opened up and rain began to pour down in torrents, her resolve softened, and she accepted. The moment she climbed into his truck, Damon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The old Chevy pickup may have seen better days, but to Damon, it was more than just a vehicle—it was a symbol of his roots, a connection to his past. He drove it with pride, a tribute to his uncle, who had passed away. His uncle was the only one

His ego was bigger than Odin's. She saw Leif's fingers turn white on the hilt of the dagger at his waist. He was clutching it so tightly she thought the thing might crack. She couldn't hear everything the stranger was saying, but the words were obviously making the younger man as furious as a raging bear. Ulfhild stifled a laugh behind her hand. The interloper's face was a mask of calm, but she thought she detected an underlying amusement there as well.

he murmured and leaned in to sniff her. Kristen flinched and recoiled, her stomach twisting in fear. He chuckled darkly. “This is my hood, sweetheart. They call me Dagger.” Kristen’s breath came in short, panicked gasps as she took a step back, but there was nowhere to run. The men closed in on her, their shadows looming. “Let’s get it done right here,” Dagger said, and he gestured to his men, and in an instant, their rough hands grabbed her arms and held her in place.

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

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

He then turned to me and asked. “How about you, boy?” I was startled. “Ahmm.. Hawkeye of Dark Knight, 17. Best in operating latest gadgets like surveillance cameras and computers. In charge of infiltrating systems of target enemies. Just call me Miko Chan or better yet, Miko outside. Stargazer’s maintenance leader and Polaris’s waiter. I’m so glad to meet you JD-hyung! Oh, I mean, Black Dragon.” I nervously said offering my hand to him. His smile widens and accepts it.

“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