Haunting Dagger Novels & Stories

Delilah. Eyes dark enough to conjure demons. Claws sank deeply into my flesh. My blood stained her skin, slipping down her arm. Beside her was a small box. More like a coffin. In her right hand was a shiny silver dagger that sparkled under the glow of the moon. “Your heart will be in there after I carve it from your chest.” Chills broke from my spine. My stomach tightened in fear. I could still feel the pain from her claws on my skin.

That single instant is all I need. I lunge forward, reaching for the dagger. My trembling hands push aside the protective glass that guards it. The moment my fingers wrap around the hilt, a shock runs through me. The weapon hums like it has a heartbeat of its own, pulsing with strange energy. It’s alive. The dagger calls to me, whispering, pulling, begging me to finish what I came here to do.

" But that's gonna be a lot difficult cos he isn't an immortal any more. The only way to kill him is to stab him with a silver dagger right into his heart or forehead. That is where their lives lies. " " Where can we find this silver daggers? " " It should be in one of the halloween stores or so, the hunters. But, you can rarely find the hunters around, they keep a low profile to avoid being known. " " What now? " I questioned myself, hoping to get a quick answer. " Give me tonight to think of a way, I will give you a feed back by tomorrow. Sleep well, and try not to over think about this, okay? " She said, placing a kiss on my forehead. " Good night. "

A dull blue glow began to emit from the tiny silver dagger as Hendricks continued to chant. The moment the black mist broke through the barrier, it plunged straight into Hendricks’ eyes, nostrils, ears and mouth. Hendricks was consumed by an onslaught of pain and a bottomless pit of misery, but he could not scream. The black mist began eating away Hendricks’ soul, disintegrating every single memory he had of his times with his son but just as the black mist was about to devour the last bit of Hendricks’ consciousness, the old man plunged the dagger into his chest. In an instant, both man and mist exploded in a flash of blinding blue light.

Michael than put the dagger they planned to kill the survivor with on the table "There is only one dagger like this and it belongs to the underworld and unless you get permission you will not be able to touch it, this is the soul keeper once stabbed with it your soul will be enslaved to the one who uses it "I see..." "what we can do now is Wait for the survivor to wake up and see if my investigation is correct and you can also meanwhile interrogate the assassins from the dungeon"

"Only one thing in the world can kill me, and that's-" "Hades." The familiar deep male voice I had been expecting sounded from the door, and a scarlet dagger shot my way. I shifted, my fingers closing around the sacred weapon, "Pugione mortis," I finished for her and rammed it right through her heart. She gasped, eyes wide, and hands clawing through the dagger. "No, no, no..." Her chants of disbelief came to a halt when her flesh started to darken from her wound, spreading all over.

I grinned as I let my true scent sniff by the last were-rogue. I can tell she’s a girl due to her stand, her size smaller than them, and her voice. She sniffs the air and closes her almost dilated red eyes while drooling sticky saliva. “Playtime…” I coldly said as I get one of my personalized sterling silver daggers. Its handle design with ancient carves with a black diamond rune at the center. While the silver blade has a small skull with the letter “D” on its forehead. It’s my signature as a well-known werewolf hunter feared by them.

"What is it? Why isn't he healing?" Maranda took a deep breath. "The dagger that was used to stab Harley is not just any ordinary weapon. While casting healing spells, I discovered that it's an ancient dagger, crafted from a combination of wolfsbane, silver, and powerful spells. Such weapons were used in ancient times specifically to kill powerful werewolves." Marinetta's eyes widened with horror. "What does that mean for Harley?"

Hailey Wharton replied, “Isaiah, since you do not know about it, let’s not talk about it anymore.” “No, we should,” Isaiah said with a determined expression. “Hail, you need to tell me about this properly. Otherwise, I won’t know if I’m able to help or not.” “Then… alright.” Hailey continued, “My dad spoke of a dagger called the Ormr Dagger or something.” “Ormr!” Isaiah was stunned. “Are you talking about the dagger my father used to carve wood?”

He smiles at Blake and sighs. He pushes the case near Blake, and leans down against his chair. "No.... what you need, is this baby. An enchanted Silver Dagger that is dipped in the Ashes of the Ancient Silver Maple Tree. It can kill a Primordial vampire, but only temporarily. The Dagger must remain in the heart of the Primordial vampire to keep them incapacitated, otherwise they will revive. But if you ask me, it's best if you chop his damn head off." His grandpa laughs, trying to ease off a bit of tension felt in the air.