Haunting Dagger Novels & Stories

Slowly, the two halves of the altar slid apart, grinding across the ash-ringed floor until a cavity yawned open between them. Inside lay a dagger. It was nothing like the crude hunting blades Silas carried. This was a ritual weapon, slender and wickedly curved, its hilt wrapped in dark leather etched with runes that seemed to shift when looked at too long. The blade itself was silver so pure it seemed almost liquid, but down the centre ran a vein of black, pulsing faintly like a living thing. Ava’s breath caught. “It’s real…” The child-wolf crouched low, ears flat, eyes fixed on the dagger. In Ava’s mind a rush of images slammed into her: a hand driving that blade into a chest; a man’s face

At the center of the room stood a pedestal, and atop it lay a small, blackened dagger. Hazel stepped closer, her eyes fixed on the weapon. The pendant grew unbearably hot, and a sudden rush of images flooded her mind. --- She saw the dagger raised high, its blade glinting with dark energy. A figure stood before a throne, their face obscured by shadow. Behind them, Damon lay on the ground, blood pooling beneath him. The voice from her visions echoed in her mind: “The queen must fall, or the darkness will consume all.” --- Hazel gasped, stumbling back as the vision ended. Her hands shook as she clutched the pendant, her breath coming in short, panicked bursts.

I grabbed the dagger along as I turned and pierced it into chest, impaling his heart. He screamed and fell to the ground writhing in pain. My dagger wasn't just a normal object, it was laced with silver which was supernatural’s worst nightmare. It was the one thing that they feared but humans was immune to. A pinch of silver could weaken considerably and a more concentrated dose can even kill them. With a silver stake to the heart, this guy was going to die a slow and painful death. “You bitch. I'm going to kill you” He seethed as he continued groaning in pain on the restroom floor.

“Scott has a dagger in his house or layer. Wherever he’s planning this stuff,” she said, glancing at me. “That dagger is the Moon Dagger. It holds a moonstone and makes the dagger powerful. It can kill any creature easily. If you want to kill your brother, you need to use that dagger on him.” “The Moon Dagger?” Emma gasped. “How did he get possession of that? The only one that I knew existed disappeared decades ago.”

Lost myself in the only thing that made sense in a world that had suddenly outgrown me. As the fire died out, the Alpha of the Fenrir sought comfort in the arms of the girl who had helped him ruin everything, while the Queen he had discarded dreamed of the three shards that would end his reign forever. --- [Dagger P.O.V] I didn't go far. Perched on the gargoyle three stories above the ward. Cloak wrapped tight. Mask still in place. The nosebleed had stopped but my hands still shook. Pathetic. I was Dagger. The Ghost Blade. The assassin who had killed seventeen warlords, three archmages, and a god's avatar. I didn't shake. I didn't hesitate. I didn't stand at the foot of a girl's bed leaking

Beside him lay a small, intricately carved wooden box, its surface etched with symbols she recognized as belonging to the Shadow Stalkers. A scream tore itself from Lyra’s throat, a raw sound of betrayal and anguish. Inside the box, nestled amongst a bed of crimson velvet, was a single, obsidian dagger, its hilt adorned with a silver wolf’s head—the sigil of Silvermoon. The same sigil she wore. The dagger was undeniably Rhys’s. She knew it intimately.

The handle was engraved with a mark I’d seen before—Caius’s family crest. “This is it,” I said. “Take it.” Caius stepped forward slowly. When he picked up the dagger, everything around us changed again. The fog screamed. Not with voices this time. It was a sound deep and sharp, like a cry of anger. The shadows around the room moved. From them, dark creatures crawled out—monsters made of mist and bone, with glowing eyes and sharp claws. “They’re real,” Dain said, raising his blade. “Protect the Alpha!” Morgana yelled.

"I'm stronger than you think." His eyebrow arched, but he did not smile. "No, you're not. You can't shift or phase into the in-between. One wrong hit, and you'll bleed out in that lake." He pressed something cold and sharp into her hand. Hailey's eyes dropped to the dagger, then shot back up to his face, wide with shock. "It's prohib-" His scowl silenced her. "Hide it. It'll come in handy, trust me." Her lips pressed together in frustration. "Why are you helping me?"

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Julia slowly sank to her knees, her hands dropping from her abdomen as she instinctively raised them to shield her face, anticipating the blow since Olivia’s arms were already rising, ready to strike—and harder than before. Olivia raised her hands above her head, her voice a menacing whisper. “You’ll regret…” Julia’s eyes clamped shut, her face downturned, as she braced for impact, screaming, “ahhhh!” Just as Olivia’s arms came crashing down, a voice cut through. “Dear… I think there’s a problem…” The trembling voice was like a divine intervention, halting her punishment—or perhaps merely delaying it. Olivia’s arms dropped to her sides, and she turned to glance over her shoulder, her face tw