Haunting Dagger Novels & Stories

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.

Husen's eyes followed the dagger where it quivered in the fallen vampire's neck. Silver. Balanced perfectly. The grip was wrapped in worn black leather. Recognition came immediately. "Well." A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "That was smooth." The remaining hunters scattered, searching rooftops and broken windows. Another dagger flashed from the shadows. This one missed Husen by the width of a finger. It skimmed past his shoulder close enough for him to feel the wind it carried before burying itself deep inside a crumbling pillar. Husen raised an eyebrow. "So that wasn't for them."

The suppression serum still holds her back, but the dagger’s power is eroding it, thread by thread. The rogues’ screams still echo in my ears. Their bodies reduced to ash at my feet, the smell of charred fur and silver still lingering. The dagger isn’t just a relic; it’s a weapon, tied to my blood. I glance down at it, the wolf-carved handle fitting my grip perfectly, runes etched along the blade pulsing in time with my heartbeat. It protected me. It knew me. And that knowledge sits heavy in my chest – thrilling, terrifying, and impossible to ignore.

The Supreme Mother’s chanting got louder and more unnerving, the sound of her voice so close to me, befuddled my senses and confused me. As soon as our eyes met again, I felt a sharp pain run through my head and my concentration broke. The blood that had retreated back into my vessels came back out again and pooled under the dagger. She began moving away from me, still chanting, my blood right there in front of me, leaving me. She walked over to Damon and kept chanting, as she did so, something happened. The liquid blood warbling under the dagger began to react violently as it coated the pitch bladder dagger, giving it a dark red hue, what she was left holding was more like a thorny crystal

It was the simplest type of dagger—one that could be bought with a few bronze coins, that Yvette had given to him. However, because it was soaked in my heartblood ten times, that ordinary dagger was gleaming in fluorescent radiance as if it was not of the mortal realm. I chuckled coolly once again, and was ready for the dagger to be plunged into my chest. But at the very next moment, my eyes abruptly widened as I watched Cain plunge the dagger into his own chest without hesitation. His face paled from pain and he started sweating over his brown, but his smile actually broadened as he murmured, "So it actually hurts so much, Crystal…"

I remained calm, as still as a monk in deep meditation. "Shadow," I said slowly, "I have one last question for you. If those people didn't let you go, what would happen to you?" Her eyes widened in surprise, and for a brief moment, panic flashed across her face. She was caught off guard. It looked like I had guessed right again. In an instant, she charged at me. But Celeste and Howard were quick. One on each side, they grabbed her and pinned her hard against the wall. To my surprise, Helena stepped in front of me, positioning herself to block the shadow's approach.

The blade was dark, almost obsidian, its edge lined with veins of silver that seemed to pulse. My stomach turned. I knew, without a doubt, that this was no ordinary weapon. Rael exhaled slowly. “The Hollow Fang.” Freya’s eyes widened. “The Hollow Fang? The dagger used in the Blood Pact of the first kings?” Rael nodded. “The same.” Sienna took a cautious step closer. “Why is it here?” Rael didn’t answer right away. Instead, they reached out—and the moment their fingers grazed the dagger’s hilt, the temple screamed.

He pushed strength at her through their mating bond and tried to control his own fury. “Just a couple of daggers we haven't packed yet,” Paoli answered. “Are they silver?” William asked, trying to keep his voice steady. “Of course,” Paoli said. He dashed from the chamber and returned mere seconds later, carrying four silver daggers by their rubber handles. William stuffed them into the pockets of his jeans and tore through the castle with Paoli close on his heels. An icy cold hand stole across his heart at the thought of her; alone and unprotected; with Lycaon.