Once Upon A Time Dark One Dagger Novels & Stories

She said, dangerously clenching her hands. I raised an eyebrow. "With the silver in my system, I doubt I will heal so fast. Now leave me be, I need to prepare for my wedding." I smiled mockingly, knowing she was somewhat jealous. In truth, I pitied her. She had been taken as a child and she was born with evil within her. Theon had done some research, and although he didn’t find much, in some old archives Andres had left some diary entries about killing the Dark Ones. A dagger through the forehead was the only way for they had no real hearts. He also said they thrived on darkness and discord. So, the closer she was around someone like Theoden, the better and stronger she’d feel in comparison

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

“ She said and handed the dagger over to Cole. “ What am I supposed to do?" Cole asked confused. " We're all direct descendant of the Lord Storm. Our powers put together would make this dagger powerful enough to kill Dagon. “ Alicent explained. She placed a bowl under Cole's hands and asked him to cut himself with the knife. He obediently slit his right palm with the knife and allowed his blood to drop into the bowl slowly before passing the knife to Archer who did the same before passing it to the others till it got to Bellamy.

“With this, dear, you’ll die.” Dark gulped, closing his eyes. The mistress laughed, a high, cruel one before the swish of the dagger plummeting toward him reached his ears. Breathing in and out, he jerked his eyes open. It beats wildly, turned to a darker shade of obsidian-black, and the world turned suddenly, so sudden that the dagger was deflected, piercing through the Ionic column of Time’s dimension. He slumped on the ground then, cold sweats soaking his body. He’d never been pushed this far. He needed to escape now, or it’d be too late.

He placed it on his lap, then unwrapped it carefully. When his fingers found the leather sheath, Jason pulled the dagger from it. It was made of elven steel and had the family crest of the Hexom, two fighting wolves side by side, engraved along with a spell of protection down its length. "Oh, Marissa, these are just the most excellent gifts anyone has ever given me. Thank you." Looking around the room, Marissa sighed. "You've been gone a very long time, will you ever come back home again?"

I yelled, trying to move toward him, but my legs felt heavy, the poison from the blade slow-burning its way through my veins. "He can't help you, Princess," Derek said. He walked toward me, his movements rigid, like a puppet being jerked by invisible strings. His black eyes reflected the green fire, completely devoid of the boy who had tried to corner me in the bathroom just twenty minutes ago. His broken right arm swung limply, but his left hand held a second obsidian dagger. "You always thought you were better than us," Derek mocked, the overlapping voices of the coven echoing through his throat. "But your blood belongs to the dark. It always did."

At the sound of Elina’s voice, Damonq found his eyes watering, burning fiercely as a kaleidoscope of colors burst in front of him, exploding into a whirling wheel of vivid brightness that nearly blinded him. Instantly he was sick and disoriented, his balance off. For a moment he thought it was a new weapon the dark one had thought out, and he stopped in mid stride, unable to function. "It's too late to bargain now. Had you come to me any of the thousands of times I commanded you, I would have spared them. Not now. Now you need a lesson." The Dark one said to Elina.

She gave me the black dagger before closing the door. As the car started to drive away, I called out to Serah. “Thank you,” I said. She looked back at me and nodded once. The car drove off. I stood there alone for a moment, holding the dagger. Dane was still lying on the ground, breathing weakly. He looked up at me with hate in his eyes. “You know what you are,” he said, his voice low and broken. “You know the darkness inside you. It will consume you one day.”

The exact one Damon found the night my father was murdered. The symbol of the Blackstone Pack. Ronan. Rage blinded me. Before I even realized it, a dagger materialized in my hand. I didn’t hesitate, I hurled it straight at him. Ronan staggered. The glow in his eyes flickered, then dimmed. Blood poured from the place where the dagger struck, but he didn’t move. He didn’t even try to defend himself. He just turned to me…slow, broken, and looked into my eyes.

‘Would you like to find out? Maybe I’ll do the same thing to you that I did to her,’ he said while pulling something out from behind his back, ‘or perhaps you deserve something worse.’ My eyes rounded as I locked onto the same dagger that Luna Yurena used on me the night of the masquerade ball—the beautifully designed silver dagger with wolfsbane embedded in the blade. A perfect weapon to use against a werewolf, especially one who hadn’t reached full access to their wolf yet.