Once Upon A Time Dark One Dagger Novels & Stories

It was quite laughable that the dark lord had a pet tiger who had a nanny. I stopped on the stone surface, rooted to the spot. The horror of last night returned. It was the place. The sound of the gunshot came back, reverberating at the back of my head, the image of Leo on the carcass flashed and the hard icy gaze on the dark lord.

Even if we only catch one today, I’d need to be thoroughly sure that there were no more and I wasn’t positive I’d ever really be sure or trust my men again. Every hair on my body stood up and I knew something bad was coming so I whipped back to face him. I saw him reach into his coat and slip out a dagger. It was silver, and the hilt glimmered in response to the one small dim lamp in the corner. It was ancient, and probably handed down, and definitely spelled or poisoned by a greedy little witch’s family.

I can feel the power radiating from the sword to my arm. “No this is not possible. How are you using the power of the destiny dagger?” The dark lord asked. Not looking so confident now. I walk up to the dark lord as he struggles to break free from the roots, but can’t move. The roots are infused with light, so the light is already seeping into his bloodstream. I walk up to him and pierce his heart with my sword. I was going to take his head off, but Gabriel manifests next to me and says it is unnecessary to take his head. I sent the dagger and light directly to his heart. He is finished. The light has eaten away at his heart.

he said. “No.” “Then it’s a move to box you in. Marriage to Damien makes you untouchable and makes him the only one who can move you.” “Then I’ll just have to make him regret it.” Before she could say more, a figure emerged from the shadows, a hooded courier. Without a word, he handed her a long, narrow bundle wrapped in dark cloth. Her breath caught as she pulled it open. The dagger. But it wasn’t the same as before. The blade was newly polished, the serpent sigil engraved deeper into the hilt, and on the steel itself… a single word etched in careful script:

The world around her was bathed in an ethereal glow, casting long shadows that danced across the forest floor. Slowly, she ventured deeper into the darkness, guided only by the soft glow of the moon above. The weight of the dagger in her cloak served as a tangible reminder of the task that lay before her, a symbol of the sacrifice she was willing to make to protect her pack and those she loved. The dagger seemed to enhance the powers she possessed, and she allowed it to lead her to Guinevere. She needed to find her before her hibernation was completed. The night shrouded Marisol as she pressed on, determined, her footsteps echoing softly in the stillness of the night. With every passing mome

For one soul-stopping second, I was convinced she would call me out and name Xander right here in front of everyone. But then she nodded slowly, almost to herself. “But The Dark One is the only one with the ability to completely strip a Moonwhisperer of her powers,” she murmured. “Interesting.” Finn shifted closer until his arm brushed mine. The faint warmth of him grounded me, even as guilt twisted in my gut. “And that means?” he asked.

Just as they were a few feet away from Mina, the Dark One appeared out of nowhere. He grabbed Mina by the neck and lifted her off of her mini dragon that disappeared when she snatched her off. Ji'lahni and Lynn both called their guns and aimed it at the Dark Ones head. “Aht, aht, aht, I wouldn't do that if I were you. It would be a shame if I deflect one of those arrows and it hits your precious cousin in the stomach killing her baby. So I would advise you to get rid of those silly little weapons.” The Dark One said, with an evil smile as his claws lengthen around Mina's neck.

Carrying her near one the trees close by, then returning back to Alpha Makahi. “Will this work?” Amelia said, holding out the dagger the Moon Goddess gave to her to kill the twins or the Dark One. The witches gasped once they saw the big, rusted nail, feeling the power coming off of it in waves. “Is that… Is that what I think it is?” Pima asked walking up to Amelia, wanting to get a closer look. “If you're thinking this is the nail that was used to nail Jesus to the cross, then yes it is what you think it is.” Amelia responded, as the witch moved closer to inspect the nail. "I know this motha fucka didn't have that all this time and didn't even try to use it during the first. I swear I'm sta

At the studio, red lights glowed softly as music filled the room. I watched Marlene dance—raw and emotional. When she saw me, tears spilled from her eyes. “Marlene,” I whispered, freezing when I saw the mark on her face. I stopped the music and sat beside her on the floor. “Your dad,” I said quietly. “It’s none of your business,” she snapped. I held her hand anyway—and noticed the ring. “The same one,” I murmured. “It’s for the top ranks of the academy,” she said. “Only those tied to Blackwood have it.”

The man's voice dripped with malevolence as he replied, "Ah, Deborah, always the meddlesome caretaker. You shouldn't have interfered." With a flick of his wrist, the man conjured a swirling vortex of dark energy. Deborah stood her ground, determined to protect the girls from whatever danger lay before them. Recognizing the imminent danger that Tiffany and Hailey faced, she swiftly intervened, revealing her hidden arsenal. Deborah's silver dagger shimmered in the dim light as she skillfully aimed it towards the man with the black hood. The glint of the blade seemed to unnerve him momentarily, causing his growl to falter. The tension in the room thickened, the air heavy with anticipation.