Red Dagger Princess Novels & Stories

Lost myself in the only thing that made sense in a world that had suddenly outgrown me. As the fire died out, the Alpha of the Fenrir sought comfort in the arms of the girl who had helped him ruin everything, while the Queen he had discarded dreamed of the three shards that would end his reign forever. --- [Dagger P.O.V] I didn't go far. Perched on the gargoyle three stories above the ward. Cloak wrapped tight. Mask still in place. The nosebleed had stopped but my hands still shook. Pathetic. I was Dagger. The Ghost Blade. The assassin who had killed seventeen warlords, three archmages, and a god's avatar. I didn't shake. I didn't hesitate. I didn't stand at the foot of a girl's bed leaking

The blindfold was ripped away as strong hands forced me to my knees on the tatami mats of the hidden Kyoto ryokan. The air smelled of incense, expensive sake, and raw masculine power. Standing before me was a stunning woman in a blood-red kimono, her black hair pinned with ornate kanzashi, and a dragon tattoo peeking from her collar. She was Akira Hayashi, the ruthless Dragon Princess who now controlled the most powerful Yakuza syndicate in Japan.

his order thundered in Rhae’s ears. The Princess? Rhae’s head became full of questions. Though she hadn’t known the woman for long, she had grown attached, even though she was a princess. Rhae flicked the knife from her palm upwards towards her attacker. The blade dug into the man’s shoulder, making him loosen his grip with a grunt. Rhae slid out of his hold and stood up, dipping away from reaching hands. She jumped, spreading her legs, kicking down both the men around the Princess. The men staggered, grabbing their necks in pain. Rhae grabbed the Princess’ sword off the floor and tucked the handle into her palm. Rhae grabbed her shoulder and sprinted out of the alley dragging the Princess b

I placed the dagger into his hands, letting my fingers brush against his before covering his palms with the weapon between us. With a soft but steady voice, I began my blessing. “I, Princess Adessa Margaret Valiana of Absalom, bestow this dagger to you, Alpha Kael, as a token of participation in the Royal Games. The dagger carries the blessing of the Kingdom, and may this always remind you to fight fair and just until the very end.” It should have ended there, but I didn’t stop and continued with my own words, relaying everything I felt for him. “It also carries my heart and my protection. Let it envelop you every day, and may this lead you back home to me, safe and whole.”

Lightning flashed as she pulled out her sword, the blade glinting dangerously amidst the rain–and when the Princess finally dared to open her eyes when their voices finally, finally quieted down into pathetic gurgling… She did not know it, but her eyes… were a pair of blazing red, a bloody red, hateful, as she glared down at the men she had cut down. Both of them were now holding their throats, blood gushing out as they choked on their own blood and spit at her feet, on their knees as they desperately clawed for mercy, for their lives to be spared… Right at her feet. …as they should be.

As her volume increases, the words that were once a mystery start to make sense. “Praise Oaestr, Great Diviner, Mother of us All. Praise Nyxt, Night Father, Void Incarnate, Mate of the Goddess. Blessed are your brood. Ayre, Faeyre, Bleyd, Kore, Myeti, Carnelia. Blessed Carnelia! Gifted Carnelia! The first Queen of Dragons.” The light from above overwhelms my current form and soon being flame itself isn't enough to keep the pain at bay any longer. As my body bucks against the throne, something shifts in Vega's expression and her eyes take on a look of genuine fear as she gazes in my direction.

Sleep overtakes me quickly as I've been up for over 24 hours. No sooner than my eyes are closed, I’m in the middle of a huge expanse that has various themes around it. One was a meadow with beautiful flowers, another a forest with beautiful lights and bright colors. A third had cliffs and caves with a gorgeous waterfall. The last one was a library with books that I couldn’t see the top of. This was amazing. I slowly walk around taking in the breathtaking view. I hear large wings flapping over my head and look up. A brilliant light blue dragon is flying. She looks amazing. Her wings are tipped in silver that sparkle in the light. I gasp and smile. She’s unbelievable. The ground shook a bit as

But she just looks around at the dying girls and gulps the potion in one go. The bottle dropping from her hands as she breathes heavily. Opening her palm. "Give it to me." She says and that's when one of them opens a bag and brings out a case from it. The princess didn't wait, opening the case ,she stares at the beautifully crafted piece of dagger. My heart stops for a second....the dagger.....it was the same.... What the hell is going on? This is the Rebel's dagger....what does it even mean. "Be careful princess."

"Ah!' she screamed. "Only the right person can take that, princess," Conrad smirked. "The Terra Hella princess looks so excited," Connor laughed. "Are you also after the dagger?" he pestered her. "Shut up asshole!" Princess Melissa got furious. Her cheeks turned red. "Shut up all of you," I mutter in a low voice. I walked near the stone table and the dagger flew into my hand before I reach the table. "Wow!" I was amazed. "It's for you," Connor said.

the maid insisted. The maid is about to enter my room! This is great news for me. My brain raced in a very short time, thinking about how to take advantage of this opportunity to escape the room. I quietly opened the drawer of the dresser, which contained the gifts my mother had given me when she was still alive. One year, I got a beautiful dagger for Christmas. It was my mother's blessing to Stella and me. She hoped that Stella and I would have a chance to be the great warriors of the Red Moon Pack. Stella had no interest in being a soldier, let alone a cold weapon, and the dagger was mine.