Dagger To The Heart Webtoon Novels & Stories

It felt like countless needles were picking my fragile and soft heart. I looked up at the man towering in front of me as he stood straight preparing for a second attack. I could not understand the situation at all. What did I do wrong? I asked myself as I felt the familiar salty fluid rolling down my cheeks as I looked at the man I admired the most up to this very day, witnessing the unspeakable.

Dagger pulls me back against him and lets me cry. “Is that a yes?” I’m only capable of nodding with my head buried in his chest. “She said yes,” Vampire shouts. I forgot a few of the guys were here. “Double party,” AJ whoops. “I love you, princess,” Dagger says loud enough for everyone to hear. I feel loved. I have a family and a baby on the way. I never knew exactly what I was searching for but now I do and I have it in spades.

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

The tall man pulled a dagger out from the scabbard scrapped on his waist and dug the sharp blade right into Leslee’s chest. With deft precision, he carved a circle through her chest and lifted the bloody flesh to dig deeper. Just the sickening sound of her ribs shattering under the force was enough to make me turn my head away. I couldn’t bear to watch as the hunter dug out her heart. Leslee was now dead. Her heart was removed. There was nothing that could bring her back.

The elder passed him the dagger. This was the moment. One cut across my palm, one across his, then we would press them together and the magic would seal us forever. I looked up at Rhydian. “I love you,” I whispered. His eyes softened. “I love you more.” The dagger came down and pain exploded across my chest. The pain wasn’t from my palm but from my chest. I looked down, confused. The blade was buried deep between my ribs, right under my heart. Blood gushed out hot and fast, it soaked the white dress instantly and my knees buckled.

The blade flashed under the light of the Murano chandelier before plunging, deep and true, into the center of his chest. The sound of metal cutting through the expensive fabric of his suit and sinking into flesh was the most honest sound I had ever heard in our relationship. Warren paralyzed. His eyes widened, and his tears stopped falling as shock took hold of his features. He looked down at the dagger buried in his heart, and then looked back at me. Warren opened his mouth to say something, but only a trickle of blood ran down his lips. He staggered back, hands grasping the air, before his knees gave out and he collapsed onto the cold hall floor.

I ran the dagger down his chest, creating a large cut through which I could see his heart. I placed my hand inside his chest and pulled out his heart. The moment his heart was out of his chest, his body collapsed. I felt an immense sense of satisfaction watching the body that had caused so much pain crumble as if it had never existed. Tristan, who had been watching by my side, approached me, suggesting that I hand him the heart. Of course, I didn't! I mean, it's my last hope to bring my mate back to life. I breathed in and out as I realized that it was all over, and I was finally able to return my life to normal.

This time Hades smirked, and he straightened, finally giving a look at what truly happened. The dagger never touched his heart, or flesh in that matter. It went right through the gap under his armpit. Gordon's eyes widened like he saw a ghost, or his own death before him. "Hades..." he begged. Hades' eyes hardened, his claws sprouting back. "I forgive only once," he hissed, and in a flash, his hand went right into the elder's chest, penetrating through his flesh at the other side, his bloody heart taking its last beats into his palm.

I kept asking her what had happened, but she brushed it off. "Owen, the pain of the diagnosis is still nothing compared to the fact that you're not in love with her." … Owen didn't know how he'd made it back to the villa. He ignored everything and went straight to his room. None of my belongings were left in the room. Owen lay on the bed, which felt a bit hard, and his hands began to search. And then he found it, hidden under his pillow. It was a notebook. He flipped through the pages. It was full of stories about him.

But there is something else Dagger senses that is near, our mate. I am not worthy of my mate, I failed to protect my Luna. Who would want a mate who failed to protect someone’s life? That day plays on a continuous loop here in my mind , my failure relived over and over again. Dagger says the key to waking up is to accept my victory, but there was no victory I failed. I am doomed to be trapped in my mind for an eternity. As the day once again replays in my mind I try to see where there was any sort of victory in my actions: Flashback