Double Edged Dagger Novels & Stories

Eddie asked again. "Your questions are getting too much Ambrose. It's time for you to go". Amina said and disappeared. BACK TO PRESENT Eddie smiled and brought out the dagger Amina gave to him. " You guys remember this?". Eddie showed it to the rest. " Wait, where did you get that? It vanished when you used it to kill Emilia". Susannah answered Eddie. " What's that?". Princess Diana asked. " It's called Athame. This dagger can be used to kill any supernatural being, including me and Devoe". Eddie answered Princess Diana.

Seemed like metal. A dagger!

To defend his quick attack, Edgar swung his double-edged blade in an ice pick grip. The double edge blade was designed to enhance the tip of the knife. This bevel gives the blade an ability to pierce and break deeply into its subject. It's usually used for skinning animals; thus, isn't it the best weapon to beat a beast like a prime slayer hidden Alpha.

"Aria, you've got two Vance enforcers coming around the corner of the container stack. They're heavily armed." "Copy that," I whispered. I didn't draw my firearm. In close quarters, the noise would bring the entire terminal down on my head. Instead, my hand instinctively reached for the small of my back, my fingers wrapping around the familiar, leather-wrapped hilt of my signature weapon. A heavy, double-edged dagger with an intricate, obsidian-plated crossguard shaped like a weeping willow leaf. It was perfectly balanced, weighted for flawless, silent execution. The blade was forged from a darkened titanium alloy that didn't reflect a single stray beam of light.

"We move at dawn." Everyone nodded. Seraphine called the session and people began moving to their assigned preparation tasks. Viviana and Kyle to finalize the ward sequence. Ryker to coordinate his wolves. Lucian to contact his people on the eastern approach with the updated timing. I went to the weapons wall and began checking the silver daggers, running each one through the same inspection Seraphine had taught me. Balance. Edge. Handle integrity. I pulled the third blade from the left. The edge was compromised. Not obviously. Not in a way that casual inspection would catch. But the silver coating on the upper third of the blade had been carefully, precisely removed, leaving a section that

The mask had fallen. “Well.” Her voice changed too. Became layered with something that wasn’t quite human. “That’s unfortunate. I was hoping to make this quick and painless.” She yanked her wrist free from my grip with strength that no normal wolf should have. Her other hand came up, and I saw something gleaming in her palm. A dagger. Small and silver, with symbols carved into the blade that made my eyes hurt to look at. A Void-blade. Designed specifically to kill Keepers.

A dagger. The blade gleamed under the lantern’s light, cruel and sharp. My breath caught in my throat. I tried to shift, to pull away, but the ropes cut deeper into my wrists. I was trapped. “Do you know what this is?” she asked almost sweetly, running the flat of the blade across my cheek. The cold metal burned against my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps. “Silver. Deadly to your kind, isn’t it? Not enough to kill instantly—not unless I stab you in the heart—but enough to burn, to rot, to make you scream.”

Jace continued as we stopped at the first set of weapons. "This is the border spear. It is used to keep dangerous wolves at a distance. The glowing spearheads scare them the most," he explained. Then he continued, "This is the sword. We have different shapes, and they're sheathed. You know what swords are used for. This is the dagger. We have three major categories of this dagger: one is the throwing dagger, the other is bone-handled close daggers, and the last one is silver-edge ritual daggers." "Ritual?" I asked.

Alex would surely have been shredded by Edric’s claws had a flying dagger not gotten to him first. I had anticipated the move and hurled my dagger at Edric. The knife lurches forward like a freight train—just as it did when I'd sent it to his beta—cutting through the air and smashing through Edric's left eye. Edric buckles to his knees and falls to the floor, clutching his face. The sound that comes from him isn’t a scream, but the soul-wrenching howl of a defeated wolf.

I wiped them, only to see something glint faintly from the corner of my eye. A dagger. It was nestled beside Akira’s body, resting as if it had always belonged there—like it was waiting for me. I picked it up slowly, reverently, brushing my thumb across the metal. It was nothing like the blades I’d seen in life. This was ancient—its hilt carved from obsidian, engraved with spirals and sunbursts that shimmered faintly under the moonlight. The blade itself curved slightly, etched with a language I couldn’t read but somehow understood. The tip was impossibly sharp, the weight of it perfect in my hand.