Dipper Novels & Stories

Once again, the dagger was wrapped around a criminally fierce rhythm. Dollar Twenty didn't need to prove the sharpness or the worth of the dagger. The rhythm of the blood was enough for that. "Born from the gluttonous Mad Hound residing in the gulfs of hafunaptra. The species is known for their fierceness and unparalleled desire for cannibalism. The assassins who use these daggers can intimidate several alpha beasts just by its rhythm. The starting bid for this one is 30000 dollars." "40000"

If there was one thing I could trust him with, it was that. His expression softened, but it lasted for only a second when the mischievous, playful light returned to his eyes. It only grew stronger when my lips popped open, and jaw dropped. The dark-eyed reflection of my mate smirked and winked flirtatiously. “How did—” I never got a chance to finish my question. Dain lifted his foot and stepped into the mirror, melting into its surface much like one would melt into the still waters of a lake or pond. It rippled as he passed through, his reflection vanishing the moment his entire body were swallowed.