Once Upon A Time Dark One Dagger Novels & Stories

She appeared in front of the school, her appearance feral and unhinged. Her eyes, bloodshot and wild, burned with a mad hatred. "It's all your fault! You destroyed everything I had!" She pulled a sharp, silver dagger from her clothes and lunged at me, screaming, "I'm going to kill you! I'll drag you to hell with me!" It all happened too fast. Just as the dagger was about to plunge into my heart, a dark figure flashed in front of me. It was Dominic. The silver dagger sank deep into his chest.

“Everything you love.” And then she turns and runs. I call out to her, but she’s already gone, disappearing into the shadows, the way ghosts do. I stare down at the note in my hand. Five words scrawled in jagged ink, rushed and slanted. He’ll burn everything you love. My heart races. I bend to pick up the dagger she left behind. It’s not one of ours. Not palace-forged. The hilt is carved with a black crescent. The same mark I saw on Aaron’s back.

The unmistakable glow of gold in the darkness. The Dark Ones had arrived.

She pulled a dagger from her purse. The silver blade gleamed under the lights. A forbidden weapon, laced with silver. "Die!" she screamed, lunging at me. In that instant, a cloud of black mist materialized between us. A powerful hand seized Chloe's wrist. "Ah!" she cried out in pain, the dagger clattering to the floor. The mist dissolved, and Damon stood before me. His tall frame was a shield, his cold eyes fixed on Chloe. "Attacking the heir of House Thorne with a forbidden weapon," his voice was like ice. "That's a capital crime."

I smiled nervously and stepped back, uncertain if Ash would want me to be there. "Relax." Baltazar chuckled. "Sarah was once my good friend. She was a kind and loving person. You remind me of her in some ways." He gave me a gentle smile before taking a deep breath. "Anyway, I had once given her a certain dagger. It is made of night stone, a special mineral that exists only in the Dark Realm." He reached for the lower drawer on the vanity table and pulled out a weapon with a smooth, black-as-night blade and a hilt covered in a velvet-like fabric. "I'm sure that she wouldn't mind if you had it. After all, the Dark Realm can be a very dangerous place." Holding the dagger by the end of the hilt,

Thousands of souls trapped in a grid of amethyst light, their auras flickering like dying candles behind frosted glass. "I’m looking at the door, Aradaa. And I'm looking at my hands." Kaelor stood behind him, his bare chest mapped with fresh, pink scars where the silver-burns were knitting shut. He flexed his fingers, the knuckles cracking in the silence. "The 'colors' aren't going to get us past the gates. We need that dagger. Seraphina said it’s the only thing that bites deep enough to kill a First-Born." "The Lunar Dagger," Aradaa murmured. He turned, the light in his eyes dimming slightly as he looked at Kaelor. "It’s in the heart of the Sanguine Palace. Malachi is hosting a ball tonight

She sat down next to Logan on the bed and said, “You are making me worried. Did you find something about the daughter of the Goddess of Magic or that dagger?” “That dagger is a gift from the dark witch to the shifter who stole the core of the light witch,” said Logan and no sooner did he finish speaking silence fell in the room. “A gift?” Levy asked him and Logan gave her a nod. The dagger in Logan’s head was something different but Levy did not expect that it was a gift from a dark witch.

His mother, Luna Light, was at his side, her face pale with horror. In the midst of the turmoil, a Rogue, seeing an opportunity, drew a silver knife. The blade gleamed with malicious intent as it aimed directly at Damon. Luna Light, driven by an instinct to protect her son, threw herself into the path of the blade. The knife struck her side, and she crumpled to the ground with a gasp.

It was linked not to Dark Shadow’s soul but to a device she kept next to her dagger. The second was that without her weapon, Dark Shadow was not even half as strong as she was. She was fast, but her strength was nothing to write home about. Her dagger was special, for it was a gift from Destiny (the 6th Sword). It could slice through anything with minimal resistance. So, she didn’t need strength to kill.

I look down at the small intricate silver dagger, wondering how it isn't burning my hands. “It's bewitched,” Sally answers my unasked question again. “This dagger is named Soul Destroyer. It was the dagger of Saven, the Goddess of witchcraft, given to her by Selene herself. The dagger was on loan until Saven completed the task of destroying a warlock who sought to ruin all witches. But that is a story for another time. “The dagger was returned to Selene once the quest was completed, and it now belongs to you. With Selene's permission, of course.” Sally smiles. “As its new owner, the silver cannot burn you. For anyone else who touches it? I'm afraid it will hurt beyond words.