Once Upon A Time Dark One Dagger Novels & Stories

“We have to keep going.” The fight kept roaring around us. I could feel my strength slipping. Blood poured from my side. But I couldn’t fall. Not yet. Then something changed. The air shifted. Everything stopped. I looked around. The rogues had frozen. They were all staring at something far off. My stomach dropped. He was here. The Dark One. A tall shape covered in shadows stood at the edge of the battlefield. Just seeing him made it hard to breathe. The rogues weren’t on their own—he was the one guiding them.

He glared at me, “The type of spell you are talking about can’t be just done by any normal witch. It's dark magic. Do you think dark witches are my friends or allies? No. Dark witches don’t work with or for anyone. So how will I get my hands on one?” I blinked. That…made sense. Dark witches were rare and had to be found. How would Tyler have contact with one? Except… “What about the woman who gave you the dagger?” I asked. He gritted his teeth, “You are a half-wit. Didn’t you hear what I said earlier? She never contacted me after that war. If I had her, then it would have been easier for me to get hold of the noble wolves!” “You after noble wolves? What are you, nine? Those are just folklore

Azara. My existence flashed before my eyes as I caught sight of a shiny metal under the soft glow of the moon. “Azara, run!” Aria cried desperately as soon as she recognized the legendary dagger that was lethal to Opal wolves. The Lunaris fang. The mystical dagger, forged with celestial materials, spelled and activated by a witch, is designed for an Opal wolf hunter. It was rare. There were only 2 in the world; one was passed down to my father and the last was in the possession of Darius, the Rogue King.

It echoes all around us, making it impossible to know where the voice is coming from. “The wendigo,” Easton and I say at the same time. “Do you have a silver knife?” I ask Easton. “Of course.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls one out, handing it to me. I give it to Lucas, knowing he has the best chance of all of us to cut out the thing’s heart. “The wendigo is high on demonic energy, making it ten times harder to kill. We need to get you out of here now.”

My cheeks burned. Mira looked at me, eyes sparkling with scandal. “Oh my god, it’s about Prince Soren.” She leaned in, voice low. “The lady drugged him, apparently. He took her anyway… and when they carried her out this morning, her legs were shaking so badly she couldn’t stand. Everyone heard her screaming his name until dawn. They say Prince Soren is… that kind of man.” Of course, he was young and virile. Built like a god of war and maybe sin too. While his father had grown old and even older in bed.

As much as she loved her for it, her striking bravery, even when she was weak and under control, somehow she still oozed power. Michael took slow, dangerous steps towards her, the dagger in his hand, sharper than any dagger she had seen. Harlow's eyes instantly widened at sight, and she noticed the coat on it; she almost fainted, knowing how deadly it actually was. Silver. The one thing werewolves couldn't come back from. "What did you say?" It looked like Michael wasn't excepting what her mother had just said, and honestly, neither did Harlow. "I said, fuck you ." She repeated much slower.

The sensation was as disgusting as it was painful, oil-slick and wrong under my flesh. If the dark energy reaches my heart, I’m done for. No second chances. No alpha healing was strong enough to stitch a dead core. I dragged a shining steel dagger from beneath my pillow. Its hilt was carved from moonstone and rubies, my heirloom. The only thing in this gods-forsaken house that had never lied to me.

A loud neigh came from a brown horse as the dagger sank into his back leg. Martin dropped his bow. “That’s my horse,” Martin said and ran, leaving the protection of the magic shield. “Stop!” Rhobart said, but the hunter kept running. A dagger made from smoke and dark magic appeared in the Seeker’s right hand, and threw it in Martin’s direction. Martin ducked, and the dagger got lost between the trees. “Get back here!” Rhobart yelled at Martin, but the hunter appeared deaf as he reached the horses. Another dark dagger flew in Marin’s direction. The hunter, who had his back to the Seeker while he was inspecting his horse, did not see it. The dark blade buried deep in his back, Darkness spreadi

She became a member of my family, and I have always thought of Yennefer as my sister. We grew up together under my aunt’s guidance, with the intention of destroying Isabella, but I was unable to carry out the plan. “What’s causing your hesitation?” You ought to have nothing but hatred for her. She destroyed your life! The ominous voice reverberated within my mind. For as long as I can remember, darkness, as I like to call him, has been a steady companion of mine. I discovered the cursed dagger of Perdomo in one of Aunt Delilah’s cursed relics when I was five years old, which is when I first encountered him. The blade spoke to me that day, selecting me and bestowing upon me powerful evil abil

Meaning from the dark one. Jacob felt his heart jump at the connection. Could such a coincidence be just that? Kaden was referred to as the Dark One. As his father had been before him. The bloodline was pure, ancient, and very powerful. Why was her nickname Zada? Was there a connection? There had to be. But how? He shook his head slowly, discarding the idea. No vampire lived unknown to the others of his kind. And certainly no vampire female could do so.