Dagger Synonym

On my son's fifth birthday, my Alpha mate allowed his childhood sweetheart Sarah to pick him up from school. I discovered through the tracking device on his watch that he was near the edge of the forest. Having heard reports of rogue wolves attacking in the area recently, I anxiously rushed over, determined to bring him back immediately. He refused to leave with me. While we were locked in this standoff, several rogue wolves burst from the treeline and attacked us. During the fight, I was wounded badly, blood streaming down my face, while I kept my son safely behind me, completely unharmed. But when my Alpha mate arrived to rescue us, he ran straight toward his childhood sweetheart who was hiding off to the side. "Aunt Sarah is a delicate Omega with no fighting ability, Dad. Save her first! Mom, you're so strong, just hold on a little longer!" my son called out. I watched them leave, a bitter smile forming on my lips. They all seemed to ignore the silver dagger piercing my heart as I protected my son. I was dying.

was sixteen years old when he was first killed; when he stood on Matthew's chest, his best friend, blood spurted from all over their bodies so that it was an exhausting and even battle between them until Matthew at last gave way to victory. Jaden breathed out, feeling the fires of hell all around him. His palm shook over the sheath of his sword, recalling that nightmare that steals sleep from his eyes: the moment he was kneeling on Matthew's chest, raising his rusty dagger, reluctant to take his soul, his eyeballs shaking turbulently and his chest rising and falling at an exhausting pace, and Matthew grabbed his trembling palm and led him towards his chest containing the dagger. Empty not to retreat, not to coerce and relieve him from his hell, but to kill him and prove to everyone that he will no longer be the prey. On that day, everyone around him was waiting, waiting for him to retreat in order to pounce on them, the mighty king's monsters, who made a vow to himself to turn his life into hell from the moment he was born and did the most heinous things.

After an unexpected miscarriage, I left my ward in search of Victor. I saw him inside the doctor’s office. Just as I was about to knock on the door, I overheard their conversation. “Give my wife a hysterectomy. I don’t need her to bear me any children.” Victor Gayes pulled the woman beside him to face the doctor, his hand rubbing her belly. “The baby inside her belly will be my only child. You must protect it no matter what.” I knew the woman very well. She was Victor’s secretary of three years, Rachel Aniston. Victor reminded the doctor again and again, sternly and anxiously. “You have to give her the best medicine. I won’t allow anything to go wrong with this baby!” I pulled my hand back, all my blood running cold. To think Victor would do something so heartless to me, just after I lost our baby. To think my faith in him would become a dagger, stabbed straight into my heart. If love had another face, it would probably be letting these feelings go with a smile.

Thya, the daughter of Duke D'Arcy, has the cursed power of being able to see others people's deaths by looking at them in the eye. After all the disgrace that happened to the people around her, she sees her best frien, Avyanna, the next Queen of the Maximillian Kingdom's dying because of a uncurable disease, but she can't tell that to anyone. When her best friend ends up dying a year after that, her brother, Daisuke, ascends to the throne as the new Crown Prince and is set to get his revenge on Thya for hiding his sister's disease from everyone and 'causing' her death. But Thya refuses to interact with anyone for years, blaming herself for having such ability. Later on when the Crown Princess Trials are announced, Daisuke made his parents summon Thya so she is obligated to participate. But afraid that she might end up dying while spending a year in the Imperial Palace, she decides to look at herself in the mirror and confront her fear. To her dismay, she saw her dying by Daisuke's dagger two years from that moment. And that puts her on edge. After all her efforts to runaway go to waste, she has to go and face her best friend's brother and sworn enemy. But little did they know that hatred is the closest feeling to love.

Betrayed. Murdered. Reborn. For many years, Alpha Danearo of the Shadowfangs ruled happily, until the night his own Luna and Beta turned against him and plunged a dagger into his heart. But death was not the end. The Moon Goddess brought him back, gifting him with life but condemning him to an eternity without an heir. No matter how many she-wolves he claims, his bloodline is doomed to wither. Long ago, Brynwick, one of his soldiers promised him his daughter, only to betray him by giving her to another. Danearo does not forgive. When he learns of Brynwick’s only daughter, he takes what was promised, kidnapping her to claim his due. But Elysia is not who he thinks she is. She is not Brynwick’s cherished heir, but his discarded, unwanted daughter… cursed, barren, and deemed unworthy of love. Yet, fate has marked her for something far greater. Bound by a prophecy as old as time, she carries a secret even she does not yet understand, one that could either break Danearo’s curse… or doom him forever. “The king who rises from death shall not walk this earth forever.” The woman with cursed blood shall bind him. And when her heart is truly given, his reign will end. She is the key to his fate. But is she his salvation… or his ruin?

TIGGER WARNING!! SEXUAL CONTENT, VOILENCE, ABUSE. ** “I, Adrian Blackthorne, Alpha King of the werewolves, reject you, Morana Ambrose, as my mate.” He said coldly, each word a dagger that pierced my heart with such pain that I felt like I was dying. Without saying a word, he turned and walked away. ** Rejected and tossed aside by her fated mate, Morana Ambrose, a naive, kind-hearted, wolf-less girl, vowed to never be the girl she once was. Years later, when fate brought Morana in front of her fated mate, Adrian Blackthrone, the ruthless Alpha King and Lycan, unlike anything she's ever met, gone was the naive, kindhearted girl and in her place stood a fierce, strong-headed, independent and sharp-tongued Morana. Realizing what he lost and regretting ever rejecting her, desperate Adrian begged for her forgiveness and another chance. But as she went deeper into Adrian's world, she uncovered hidden truths about her true identity, the true power she holds, and long-buried secrets that questioned everything she thought she knew. What will happen when he learns who she is? Will Morana be able to uncover the mystery surrounding the centuries-old curse? Will she unlock the secrets of her past and embrace the power within her? Will she ever forgive Adrian? Will she ever take him back?

The night of our engagement party, I found my best friend playing a dangerous game with my fiancé. The casino on our family's private yacht was where I found them. Clara was sitting on the lap of my fiancé, Killian, the Falcone family heir. Killian held a sharp family dagger, its tip snagging the thin strap of her dress. The blade traced a path along her collarbone. The slightest pressure would snap the silk. It was a dangerous, intimate scene. I stepped forward with a frown, but Killian just scoffed. "It's just a little game to liven things up, Principessa. Don't be so tense." Clara's eyes narrowed, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "We're just playing a traditional family game. The knife game. You don't mind, do you, sweetie?" I was about to speak, but Killian's expression hardened. "We just got engaged and you're already trying to control me?" So I said nothing. I just drew my custom pistol from its holster on my thigh. "So, it's a game," I said. "Then let's play for something real."

BLURB One curse. One survivor. One bond strong enough to break bloodlines. When Elysia D’Argent’s coven was slaughtered by the werewolf Alpha’s army, she swore vengeance. Years later, she infiltrates the palace of the cursed Alpha, Alaric Varyn, to finish what her mother’s dying curse began. But when her dagger hovers above his heart, the unthinkable happens—he wakes, captures her, and she does not die. For a man whose touch kills any woman who comes near, her survival is both miracle and temptation. Alaric knows she is hiding something, yet her immunity to his curse may be the key to breaking it. He offers her a choice—exposure and death, or life as his mistress under his command. Bound by danger and desire, they enter an arrangement that blurs the lines between hate and hunger. But as secrets unravel and feelings take root, Elysia discovers a truth far crueler than any curse: the Alpha she meant to destroy is not the monster his father was. And when enemies rise again to finish the war their ancestors began, love becomes their only rebellion. In a realm where magic and blood are bound, their passion will either end the curse or consume them both

Just as Kellen and I were about to have our bonding ceremony, his brother died in an accident. Kellen inherited the position of Beta of the Silver Moon Pack, along with the responsibility of caring for his late brother’s mate, Selah. She wanted to know how much I mattered to Kellen—so she sent a rogue after us. When I was gravely wounded by the rogue’s silver dagger and clinging to life, Kellen turned to protect Selah—who only had a scratch. “Selah’s fragile—this has terrified her. Just hold on a little longer, Celia!” I didn’t even have the strength to beg for help. I could only watch as he carried Selah in his arms and walked away, leaving me alone in the forest to die. The next time we met, he said, “If word gets out that you sent a rogue after Selah and hurt her, the Alpha will banish you from the pack. To calm her down, I have no choice but to hold a bonding ceremony with her! Once she bears the Beta heir, I’ll make it up to you.” I shook my head gently. No need to make it up to me. I was about to have a new mate anyway...

I watched him in horror as he plunged his silver dagger into my brothers heart while keeping eye contact with me. Tears started rolling down my cheeks as my brother struggled with his life, "Please let him go" I pleaded tearfully. He stared at me coldly before he cackled wickedly saying "I thought you said you are ready to accept me the way I am wife, this is the real me do you still want me? it's not like you have a choice I am your husband". Yes he was my husband, the ruthless and heartless european mafia Lord who doesn't give a fuck about anybody's feeling. ***** In the dark underworld of mafia rule, 18 year old Aurora is ruthlessly sold to the feared Lord Logan Drew, who harbors secrets and hidden agenda. As she navigates the landscape of Logan's mansion she was forced to obey his every command. Aurora struggles to adapt to her new life as a captive in Logan's opulent mansion. Will she find a way to survive in the treacherous world of her new owner, or will she succumb to the darkness that surrounds her?.