Haunting Dagger Novels & Stories

Instead, it tilted. Not with gravity. But intention. And then—a sound. Not loud. Not sharp. Just final. A deep, guttural hum, echoing up from the trench beneath them. Not speech. Not a growl. A breath before speaking. Jonas dropped to his knees. “It’s waking.” “No,” Maya said quietly. “It’s listening.” --- The dagger began to glow red-hot. Maya pulled it free. Symbols across the blade lit up—sigils of the previous tides. The Choir. Nymira. The Wind. The Mirror. The Iron. All etched into the blade now. All watching her.

"And the little songbird. I see you've had your hatchling." "Keep his name out of your mouth," Aradaa snapped. "Names have power, little bird. But souls have more." Hecate looked at the Dagger in Kaelor’s hand. "You think that weapon is for me? It was made by me. It’s a cup, Kaelor. And it’s full of your brother’s cowardice." "It’s full of your end." Kaelor lunged. He didn't shift. He couldn't. The dagger was suppressing the wolf. He ran as a man, the black veins on his arm pulsing with every heartbeat.

“A blood dagger is to be believed could kill any beings. A dagger made of the strongest metal on earth is soaked by the blood of beings of three kinds. A spell is read while the blood dripping is performed.” Well damn. The image seemed to be calling me. I felt the pull to touch it. I ran my fingers through the drawing. It was delicately designed that was capable of being used as a weapon. It had a golden silvery handle and a black blade, but something was carved into it. It was nothing I had ever seen before. Something was written down on the lower part of the page. “Chant and conceal.” Now we had another problem—locating the dagger. Crap.

“Are you under attack, Fran?” I was able to mirror his smile. “I think we can say so, yeah.” The waiter brought the bill and Harry handed him a black credit card. “How much? I mean, you need me to hold you, kiss you, just rest a casual hand on the small of your back?” “Grab me by the hand to leave.” “That’s subtle.” Harry chuckled softly. “Breathe, Fran. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Or a Haunter. The Haunter Supreme, to be accurate. I was still seeing him. And he was still staring at me, like wishing oh so bad his eyes were knives.

I scream out. "What is it?!" Jax exclaims. "She has a silver dagger buried in her heart," Kai, the vampire, reveals with his eyes fixed on the dagger. "I can't see it. You're lying!" Jax panics, frantically searching my body for the dagger. "I'm not alone," the voice in my head repeats. The stinging pain intensifies as Jax's aggressive movements shift the position of the dagger. "Please stop moving," I plead. "How come I can't see it?!" Jax demands.

Oak daggers are dangerous to wolves, it was the only blade that could kill them no matter their differences. On Seeing the dagger in Demoni's hand, Demond became frightened as he began to struggle to pull out the chain, trapping him from moving. "I will give you two options Haley, is either you choose to shift to your wolf form and I get what I want so you could go free or". He said as he trail his finger across the sharp blade of the oak dagger. "You die along with your lover". Demoni said as he stretched the knife towards her direction, moving straight towards her. Haley cowered backward as he made dangerous steps towards her with the oak dagger threatening to stab her. Her movement stoppe

The sound of the panting omega drew their attention. "That dagger, it's a special dagger made to kill the supernatural beings. There are only two in existence, one is with the werewolf council and the other one was with the Vampire elders before it disappeared." The omega Harry explained. Ruben frowned, he had barely paid attention to the weapon, he had been so busy attending to Lisa he had not bothered about anything else. What Harry said made sense, a normal weapon wouldn't have killed him. Even silver was data only when used in large quantities.

“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

Its pure gold handle has snakes as ornaments coiled around it, and its eyes are of the most beautiful blood ruby. The box seems to be being pulled down into the depths of the black abyss, and gradually a dense mist envelops it, and the blindfold of the mortal eyes falls off. The Dagger will be the salvation and doom of Julius Cesar's soul. It will also give a new direction to the world and to the lives of Soraia and Augustus. Other enemies have arisen, that is inevitable, but new allies have also appeared. After all, a war is a war, and war and I can affirm that this war between werewolves and vampires is far from over. But this I will only tell in the next book, until then... Imagine.

The last thing Callum saw in his consciousness was an angry Stephen leaping on him, he wrapped him inside his arms and his canines punctured the pulsating vein in his neck. And everything black out. *********** Tabby