Dagger Synonym Novels & Stories

Now Maud could see that there were two words traversing the dagger, two words making all that was happening in Dorsal Finn both crystal clear and completely confusing in one huge hit. Blue Thunder.

Maria and Monalisa help in the best way by finding daggers and knives, which they gave to Dagger when he arrived. They begin loading the guns and throwing at the men in black. Dagger was skillfully doing what he does best. He never missed a shot but unfortunately run out so he began pulling out the ones he had thrown from the bodies of those stabbed, using it for the new targets. Pulling out the knives and daggers made them scream in pain. They were usually hit on the arm to weaken them.

I could only stay in his embrace as I felt no strength, though I couldn't help chuckling coolly, "What, do you still want my heartblood? I'm sorry, but I'm useless now. My chest is riddled with holes and I can no longer save your beloved." That was when he caressed my cheek, a lethal tenderness just like the dagger in my chest on our wedding night. "Or what, you want to consummate now?" I snorted. "Are you really that disgusting, Cain?" He kept his eyes fixed on me as if he didn't understand my words, his gaze only turning more determined. He then raised his hand, and the dagger that almost took my life materialized. It was the simplest type of dagger—one that could be bought with a few bron

It was a thrilling experience. Mira held dual daggers with a crimson gem on the hilt, her signature weapons. It didn't take a genius to figure out that someone forged the daggers with pure silver. When rogues could not defeat more formidable opponents, they turned to weapons. Mira's daggers had tasted more blood than any other blade that had ever been made.

Ruby spoke, her copper eyes stoic as she pointed to the prints of the silver and ruby encrusted dagger, but I didn’t want to look at it; due to both my worry for Ethan clouding my mind and the fact that last time I looked at it, I lost track of time instantly. “A dagger,” Chelsa continued for her mate. “Can be a representation of anything between betrayal to revenge to freedom, even sacrifice. Tricky thing here though is that the ruby can mean passion, so if you add the representation of a ruby to the dagger, it makes the persons motive more passionate, more zealous, and perhaps more dangerous,” “And that’s only if they used representation to forge this weapon,”

Now, in the middle of this forest and during the search for hunters, the coincidence made my skin crawl. I swallowed and looked around. No one was nearby. I could hear the distant voices of James and the others, but no one would see what I had found. I tucked the dagger inside my jacket, its cold weight pressing against my chest. I said nothing. Why would a dagger with that symbol be here, in a place where we knew hunters had been prowling? And why would Dante have the same emblem in his house? The questions swarmed my mind like a hive. Dante had been near Sophia, too near. Always kind, always ready to protect her. Was it just a coincidence?

*TIINK* *TIINK* *THUNK* Three different daggers, same location. Mane was surprised by the accuracy of their strikes, for each tossed dagger struck the same section of his neck, and the last one created a dent in his diamond body. Mane swiftly performed a sweeping kick, forcing the assassins to abandon their pursuit and seek solace in the sky. Then he flipped back up; but there was one who had been lying in wait. Once Mane’s back was presented to him, he struck.

Tell me why my son is with Mr Jones Vones or I will kill you this time, I promise" Dan said with furry in his eyes. He did not look like he was joking. "What exactly do you mean you knew?! What did you know?!!" Dagger asked as he walked closer to his brother. He was now in front of his brother, barely breathing away. Dagger had grown now and was slightly taller than his brother. He looked ready to launch at his brother at any instant as he brought out his claws and snarled.

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.