Haunting Dagger Novels & Stories

I approached the pedestal, and there, beside the urn, was a knife I hadn’t noticed before. It was a ceremonial dagger with a shiny silver blade that had runes etched onto it. I reached for the dagger without thinking, the handle fitting perfectly in my palm. I raised my other hand, and brought the dagger down, slashing across my skin deep enough to draw blood. My blood bubbled up eagerly, dripping onto the pedestal and hissing on contact with the stone. The runes glowed brighter, almost blinding me. I didn’t even feel the pain in my hand. The dagger tumbled out of my grasp, and with both hands, I reached for the urn.

Esteban and the rest of the wolves were curious. "I took this dagger from Prince Alaric's room. Based on the book, this dagger was specially made to punish hybrid vamps. It could kill them in an instant!" The wolves nodded, feeling relieved. When Orora stopped chanting, the north wind blew upon us, slapping us with its breeze. "What is that?" One of the wolves asked. They all felt the coldness that had just passed by.

Even if we only catch one today, I’d need to be thoroughly sure that there were no more and I wasn’t positive I’d ever really be sure or trust my men again. Every hair on my body stood up and I knew something bad was coming so I whipped back to face him. I saw him reach into his coat and slip out a dagger. It was silver, and the hilt glimmered in response to the one small dim lamp in the corner. It was ancient, and probably handed down, and definitely spelled or poisoned by a greedy little witch’s family.

she spat, but there was no time for answers. She hauled a silver dagger from the hidden sheath at her waist, the blade glinting ominously in the dim light, its edge etched with runes that hummed with lethal intent against our kind. Her eyes gleaming with sadistic triumph as she prepared to drive it home. “This ends now—“

"I found this dagger among the ruins of the Collinses after they were obliterated. I heard that this dagger was a part of the Collinses' Spiritual Energy Gathering Formation. If you give me a drop of your blood, it'll react if you're a bloodline of the Collinses." Chase hesitated but gave a drop of his blood in the end. As the blood dripped onto the dagger, the dagger seemed to be triggered as a red glow began to spread. The dagger tremored in Hubert's hand as it started to shoot straight to Chase and leave Hubert's hand. When Hubert noticed this, he waved both his hands, and the void around them shuddered as his domain began to spread. It suppressed the dagger's movement and even enveloped

Fortunately, Luna still retained some clarity in her mind and immediately grabbed the dagger. “Haa... Haa...” Old Hagstorm immediately gasped for breath after releasing the dagger, large beads of cold sweat dripping from his forehead. It was no wonder the old master had to be so careful when using the Sanguis Blade. It was indeed a rare and mysterious demonic weapon. In just a few seconds, it had left Old Hagstorm in such a wretched state. However, there was no time for reflection. Old Hagstorm quickly looked at Luna. Whirr...

“Do you know what a Nephilim is, Konstantin? It is a child born of an angel laying with a human - this dagger is made up of the blood and ash of five hundred Nephilim infants ripped from their mother’s arms. That uncomfortable feeling in your chest telling you to flee is due to the dark magic and sin embedded in this weapon.” I look at Kai, positive that my horrified expression mirrored his and Cat’s. This is the weapon we’ll use; this dagger is made up of sin and death, and it’s the only thing that can kill a supernatural creature. She moves the box closer so we can see how it looks - inlaid in silk, it is made up of obsidian glass and spun metal, the hilt looks like silver, and the grip is

Esther scribbled some runic symbols, that were inscribed on the dagger's hilt. Xavier and Cole pulled up Cameron, placing him inside the circle of candles. "We need to get the dagger out of him." I say, knowing full well it wasn't as easy as it said. The Black Rune Dagger is a dark object. It is one of the darkest object in witch's history. The first I heard of it was when I was being trained at the Organization. It was a death-inflicting object, used on magical beings, granting such being a slow, yet excruciating death while in a mind prison.

Face-to-face with Violet. She stepped forward with the dagger forged from oak ash, dipped in Rhea’s blood. Her hands shook. Her eyes burned. Her voice broke— “This is for Fenrak.” And she drove the dagger into Khaenat’s chest. — The dagger slid into Khaenat’s chest with a sickening, tearing sound— SHHHTTTKKK Khaenat’s scream split the night. It wasn’t a normal scream. It wasn’t human. It wasn't a wolf.

It wasn't every day, you died and met a demon prince. "The Alpha of the Wyoming pack," Raglan said with a smile. It was as if a bulb lit up in Hazel's eyes. The moon goddess was definitely in her favor. "Turns out I might as well enjoy this," Hazel said happily. "I hope you will," Raglan said. Lastly, he handed her a sheath made out of the finest leather. Hazel reached into the sheath and pulled out a dagger. "That dagger is pure silver made out of a wolf's bane and angel's breath," Raglan explained.