Haunting Dagger Novels & Stories

It made me feel powerful. I heard a snick behind me and turned, only to see Hakan unsheathing a small curved dagger. I knew he carried guns, but I had no idea he also had a dagger on him. It was a pretty dagger, there was a scorpion engraved on the black hilt, while the blade itself was a shiny silver. I wonder how many lives he had taken with the blade. My question must have been written on my face, because he replied to me.

“That dagger was a special one called Lethal-Rain. When used, it has the ability to render a vampire incapacitated.’’ My heart sank so deep in my stomach I thought it was going to melt. How was I supposed to know that a dagger which happened to be within reach was able to cause such damage? All I was trying to do was stay alive. “I should kill you right here, right now because you hurt one of my most valiant men.’’ Then do it. “I-I’m s-so-”

From a velvet-lined drawer beneath a glass shelf, she pulled out a bundle wrapped in aged cloth and held it out to me. I took it with hesitant hands. When I unwrapped the cloth, the breath caught in my lungs. A golden dagger. The moment my fingers brushed its hilt, a wave of visions surged into my mind, visions of another lif, another ending. The feeling of cold steel in my own hands when I died. It was the very dagger I had once used to end my life. Zevarion’s Soulspike dagger.

The walls were lined with strange symbols, glowing faintly in the dim light. “What is this place?” Mark muttered, his voice echoing. “A place of power,” Caroline replied. “The witches who hid the dagger wanted to make sure it stayed protected.” As they ventured deeper, the cave opened into a large chamber. At its center stood a pedestal, and on it lay a dagger unlike anything Olivia had ever seen. The blade shimmered like moonlight, and its hilt was adorned with intricate carvings. “The Lunar Dagger,” Caroline whispered. Olivia stepped forward, her heart pounding. She could feel the dagger calling to her, its magic resonating with her own. But as she reached for it, a sudden roar echoed thro

That didn’t deter me because all I could think was keeping them away from Talia till she gets on the other side of the portal. As I murmured a silent chant in the air, a sharp metallic dagger appeared in my hand. I sliced the wind through the dagger, admiring the sharp silver blade winking at me. The dagger was sort of my gift for a job well done, something I got right after fighting the previous King of the throne. It can kill any demonic spirit, even the faceless shadows, but they did not die easy.

Once again, the dagger was wrapped around a criminally fierce rhythm. Dollar Twenty didn't need to prove the sharpness or the worth of the dagger. The rhythm of the blood was enough for that. "Born from the gluttonous Mad Hound residing in the gulfs of hafunaptra. The species is known for their fierceness and unparalleled desire for cannibalism. The assassins who use these daggers can intimidate several alpha beasts just by its rhythm. The starting bid for this one is 30000 dollars." "40000"

Then Kael reached out and carefully took the dagger from my hand, examining it with a hunter’s caution. “This is Hollowed craftsmanship. See the markings near the hilt?” He pointed to etched runes glowing faintly. “Blood-bound enchantments. Only those of their bloodline can activate it. Or those bound to it.” My mouth went dry. “You think I’m one of them?” He didn’t answer. His silence was louder than a scream. Outside, the forest rustled unnaturally. Birds had fallen silent. The wind had stopped. Even the night seemed to hold its breath.

I quickly took it to his neck, while with my other hand, I held him firmly in place. “Alice… What is wrong with you???”, he asked. I expected fear but, alas, I saw none. Another flash, this time of anger and disappointment, coupled with sadness, crossed his face, his eyes becoming glazed with tears. The clear gemstones on the hilt of the dagger were sparkling, and the ray of sunshine hit it, making the red stone pulsate and illuminate the room into glowing, red light. He understood right at that moment, he understood that Death had come for him, death in the form of his daughter’s hand. His face was forlorn, desolate and all I could feel was tremendous sadness radiating off him. “Alice…. Why

I gasp because never in my wildest dreams did I imagine ever seeing this dagger in real life. I've read the stories in the history books and seen the drawings. But it's not the same as seeing it up close. Soul Destroyer is a dagger belonging to the Moon Goddess. It was given to Saven, the Witch Goddess, to aid in her quest to destroy a warlock named Vant, who plotted to overthrow Saven, destroy witches, and bring back his lost mate.

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.