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"I’ve memorized every mark he left on her. Every night for years, I’ve closed my eyes and practiced the exact strike that will open his throat. Let me go. Let me be the monster he fears. My son and your brother are enough to hold this house." I stared into the hollow depths of Romano’s eyes and saw them the ghosts of our fallen pack, the silver-burned corpses, and the smell of ash that never truly left a man. Dagger wasn’t just a hunter; he was a phantom who specialized in the systematic slaughter of our kind. Sending Romano alone would be signing his death warrant, but denying him the chance to reclaim his wife’s honor felt like a different kind of execution.

The dagger's blade plunged deep into Autumn's chest, a searing cold that spread like frostbite through her veins, Gina's triumphant snarl echoing in her ears as the world tilted. Blood welled hot and silver-tinged, the hive's essence reacting violently to the wound, shadows erupting from the gash like ink from a shattered vial. Autumn staggered, her hand clutching the hilt, the metal burning against her skin as if alive, pulsing with the corrupted magic Gina had infused it with—Order runes etched along the edge, designed to unravel balance. Alina's manifested form howled in agony beside her, the wolf's ethereal body flickering as the pain mirrored through their bond, her fur rippling with da

I immediately pulled out the knife behind my leg and throw it at the werewolf attacking in front. I quickly glanced at the one who hasn’t transformed yet but he doesn’t even budge, he is just watching. I grabbed this chance to throw one of my knives but his reflex in a human form is greater than I thought. He caught the knife and stared at the engraved symbol. “The famous clan of Ambrose,” he muttered but I didn’t pay any attention because we are now being outnumbered by these monsters. Rendall and I stopped attacking for a second and weigh the situation we are in. I was about to cover Rendall when I felt a hard thing bump into the back of my head. I touched it as I am slowly losing my balan

“That’s impossible. Witch Circe’s art of word is damn too extraordinary. She had prepared just two of them for me on my special demand. And since she had drank that holy water, I’m positive about the part that she didn’t prepare the third one for anyone ever.” “But at the same time, she also mentioned, ‘the blade of the dagger is always laced with never-ending wolfsbane and Vervain’s position, made to kill both werewolves and the vampires. In fact, Aleena loved this dagger so much that she asked me to prepare two daggers in the same design’. Do you love the design so much? Did it mean that she had shown the picture or design of the dagger before preparing it?” “No.”, I shook my head. “She ha

The doctor leads the way. This is the second time Lucas is been hospitalized. He wasn’t stabbed with an ordinary dagger. The silver dagger was forged by Eva with dark magic. When stabbed through the heart with the silver dagger, Lucas would seize to exist. The haft of the dagger which has a red moon as though like blood will consume Lucas’ soul and force his body to decay within seconds. He’s lucky that Jack missed his heart. The ventilator was slowly beeping as Detective White walks in and stood beside Lucas’ bed. He isn’t awake yet. There was intubation inserted into his nose.

POV: Micah Thorne "I’m taking it, Morga. Try to stop me, and I’ll burn this entire sanctuary to the ground with your sisters still inside!" Micah’s snarl ripped through the incense-choked air of the Raven Coven’s inner sanctum. He stood before the high altar of the witches, his fingers curled around the hilt of the Soul-Sunder, a relic that felt like a block of ice carved from the void. The dagger hummed, its jagged obsidian blade pulsing with a rhythmic, ghostly light that matched the frantic beating of Micah’s own heart.

The moment she touched the dagger, a surge of energy shot through her, burning and electric. The shadows recoiled, hissing as if burned. The Wraithlord’s eyes narrowed. “Where did you get that?” it demanded, its voice laced with anger. “I don’t know,” Sasha admitted, rising to her feet, the dagger clutched tightly in her hand. “But I know what it’s for.” The Wraithlord roared, its form shifting and growing larger, more monstrous. Sasha’s grip on the dagger tightened as she positioned herself between Ethan and the creature.

My fingers found the latch and the compartment slid open. The dagger lay inside, gleaming in the faint light. I picked it up with shaky hands. The blade was cold and heavy. Ancient runes covered the surface, pulsing with a faint, dark glow. "Do not use it," Liora had said. Please Moon goddess, do not make me do this. I won't be able to live with myself. I whispered. I tucked the dagger into my belt and turned toward the great hall. ________________________ The great hall was a war zone.

It was gone in a heartbeat. “Then be the monster they made you, Vada Knox. Because today the Rogue Alpha and his mate are going to paint these walls red.” He released me and strode to the heavy oak chest in the corner. When he turned back he held two things: a wickedly curved silver dagger with runes etched along the blade, and a thin black leather sheath. “Phantom Wolves hate silver almost as much as regular wolves do,” he said, pressing the dagger into my palm. “This was forged from the blades of the ones I killed. Use it. Don’t hesitate.”

I shook my head, "Sorry, my dear, but I can't take that risk. You know too much, and I am obliged t bring you back with me. Now come on, let's go." was struck by a sudden shift in the atmosphere. The air around us grew tense, as if the very fabric of reality had warped, and I could feel my heart racing as my fingers brushed against her arm. And then, without warning, she lashed out at me with a dagger. The blade glinted in the dim light, catching my eye as I gasped for air. I could feel the cool metal pressing against my skin, and I knew with a sickening certainty that she meant to harm me. The dagger was a thing of beauty, despite the danger it posed. The hilt was made of blackened bone, et