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Nora's POV My eyes caught a platter of cut apples, lying on a table by my side. Right beside the platter was a small, sheathed dagger. I narrowed my eyes as curiosity got the better of me. Slowly, I laid down the picture frame in my hands, then reached out to pick up the dagger. I pulled the dagger out of its scabbard and turned it in my hands, momentarily awed as it caught the sunlight at almost impossible angles. I immediately knew it was made of dragonblade, one of the strongest steels known to werewolves.

It was a pair of eyes peering into the back of her head. Everybody got in their fighting stance on top of their bikes. They knew the power of Lisa's intuition. Krisan even pulled out her Dagger, The Dagger's handle was black and had a black golf ball-sized energy core where the handle and the blade met. Curiously, the blade was not metal but pure energy with black vapors coming off of it. The dagger looked evil and ominous; the aura coming off of it made everyone feel a shiver down their spine.

He must really respect his father. “How come are all the weapons so clean?” I ask, looking at the minuscule Sigmond crest in the hilt of the sword “It looks like they’ve been well maintain all this time.” “It is be something about the door, I suppose.” Zen says, and I turn around to find him looking through a trunk I walk over to him just as he pulls something out. A set of daggers, maybe a little bigger than Silver Death, made of gleaming black material. “Is this what we’re here for?” I put my hands on my knees to lean down for a closer look. They look like piece of obsidian, Zen and mine faces reflected in them.

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…"

She stood straight, her hands curled over her waist, panting heavily for a few moments. “Ahm.” Julia writhed on the floor, gasping for breath. “What are you still waiting for?!” Olivia yelled. Anticipating Olivia’s next move. Julia struggled and lifted her body from the ground. She got on her knees first, wincing in pain, then clutched her lower abdomen for support, forcing herself upright. Olivia raised her foot, aiming for Julia’s abdomen again, but Julia dodged it, causing her to stumble. She caught herself against the wall, her eyes locking onto Julia’s with a menacing glare.

Nobunaga, Masahide and Masamune stood on their feet; hands on their sword ready to draw them out. "This is an assassination attempt." Nobunaga declared. The daimyo grew frightened but he continued to attack. Nō pulled out her dagger and blocked the daimyo's attack. "Who are you?" The daimyo asked the ninja. Nō didn't answer fearing that Nobunaga would hear her voice and recognize her. The daimyo's men entered the room and everyone was in a full-out battle. Nō had faith in the others when it came to swordsmanship. She was distracted for just a few seconds and the daimyo managed to stab her side.

Returning to my room, my eyes rest silently on my collection of odd daggers. Most are blunt, and only a few have a subtle shine. Yet, no matter how old or blunt they are, I wouldn't get rid of them. They each represent a certain phase of me. Each tells a tale of how I had grown to become the skilled fighter I am today. I want to be a pack warrior one day, even if I am also a Luna. Staring at my dull collection taunts the warrior in me. My hands flinch as they urge to hold and flourish the daggers. I take my new dagger from my belt and run my fingers over the sheath.

I yelled and glanced around wildly. Where the hell are the humans in this place?! "YOU DON'T WANT ME AS YOUR—" Before I could say that particular word, Nicholas stopped and faced me. All of a sudden, I felt a cold metal on the side of my stomach. I glanced down and saw a dagger. Its grip has intricate patterns. How did he pull that out in a second? The light brush of the dagger caused a burning sensation on my skin. Silver. The dagger was made of pure silver. Nicholas leaned closer and hissed low, "I dare you to finish it" pressing his dagger even more on my skin.

I threw the kunai I was holding at a ninja, and he immediately fell and disappeared. They were slowly running out, and only two were left standing. I arranged for us and smiled at them. They looked at each other before rushing me at the same time. I waited for them to go in my direction. A ninja kicked me, I took his leg and twisted it. His companion backed away but immediately jumped high so I was released from his companion. I took the dagger behind me and prepared myself to end this fight. They are not my purpose here. They rushed in my direction at the same time so I threw a dagger and the other I immediately kicked so he flew away. They both disappeared at the same time so I arranged my

Even from a distance, his presence made Zoe’s heart skip. Sara and Nikola were nearby, standing beside a stack of weapons. Sara was carefully inspecting a silver-edged dagger, while Nikola tested the balance of a longsword. The sight of them grounded Zoe - they were her pack, her family, and they were in this together. As Zoe approached, Sara caught sight of her and waved her over. “Hey! Did you see this?” She held up the dagger, its blade glinting menacingly. “Custom forged, silver core, and runes for extra damage against anything dark magic-related. We’re definitely taking this.”