Spider Man Dagger Novels & Stories

If it were me, I would have been having fun watching up close to the action. Con got into his fighting stance, and so did Spike. He waited for the man to strike first. It didn't take long. When Con stormed forward, pushing Spike, he only took a few steps back. He didn't like that much, so he did it again. This time, Spike didn't move. Con was getting a little annoyed. He took something from the back of his jeans, swinging it at Spike. It was a black dagger with rubies on the handle. Something was dripping from the blade – blood. I was shocked he cut into Spike. I noticed his arm was bleeding. How in the world did he do that so fast? Spike growled, inching closer. He grabbed a dagger out of t

Liora POV The journey back to the SUVs are just as merciless and unforgiving, each step a jagged reminder of what we’ve survived…and what still waits ahead. My legs tremble from the fight, muscles screaming with every stride, but I keep moving. The Silver Dagger clutched tight in my hand. Its warmth pulses against my palm, steady and alive, like a second heartbeat synced to mine. The ruby glows faintly, a soft crimson light that cuts through the mist, and every time the light touches my skin, Aria stirs – stronger now, her growl no longer a distant whisper but a deep, resonant force clawing closer to the surface. The suppression serum still holds her back, but the dagger’s power is eroding i

He slips on his black leather gloves and produces out a silver dagger from the hidden pockets of his open overcoat. On the hilt of the dagger, gleams the sigil of the Silver Dragon encircling a Christian Cross. A dagger many glimpsed seconds before their deaths at the cruel hands wielding it. He strides near the water-filled cylinder and picks up a thick electrical cord running along the bottom corners of the wall behind the container. Effortlessly, he slices open the cord in a single swing of his dagger-wielding hand. The electricity lets out small sparks amongst the now naked bundle of metallic fibers, visible within the torn thick cord.

She cried, knowing Jacob's spell was still working on her even if he was several yards away from her on the other side of the factory! Lesley spun on her heel and kicked the siren in it's jaw. The male siren grunted, but stood strong against Lesley! "Oh...fuck. I don't want to pierce silver into your skin...but your gills are tempting me to do exactly that." The siren could hear her, loud and clear. Taking offense at her words, it shrieked a scream of anger and power, as if to assert dominance! The siren quietly watched the werewolf in front of him drag the knives out of her waist band. They were silver coated, diamond core to keep agility and obsidian at the tip to increase damage which goe

I hissed. "Yeah. Don't ever think about it, Victor." John warned. I slowly moved my left hand to my waist and pulled out my favorite black dagger from the holster. It was a marvelous gift from the Russian mafia boss Dimitri. It had an enormous eagle carving all over its arm. I loved it more than my guns because it was as venomous as me. It slit my enemies' throats in one swing and showered me with their blood. I stood beside the journalist and leaned against the wall. He was trembling badly, his breathing was harsh and painful because he knew what I was going to do.

Even from a distance, his presence made Zoe’s heart skip. Sara and Nikola were nearby, standing beside a stack of weapons. Sara was carefully inspecting a silver-edged dagger, while Nikola tested the balance of a longsword. The sight of them grounded Zoe - they were her pack, her family, and they were in this together. As Zoe approached, Sara caught sight of her and waved her over. “Hey! Did you see this?” She held up the dagger, its blade glinting menacingly. “Custom forged, silver core, and runes for extra damage against anything dark magic-related. We’re definitely taking this.”

And could only be considered as bad luck. Yman's face twitched. He was thinking if he would run away and escape. Decisively, he already made a decision. A dagger materialized in his hand when he summoned his Cyber Storage and clicked on a dagger icon in it. After clicking the dagger icon, he quickly chose the [Take] choices that could be seen popping out after. With his well-practiced hand, all of this had happened in an instant only. A dagger of about 10 inches in length had magically materialized in his hand.

I spat, a dagger materializing in my hand — hidden from the view of the other Serena, who watched this show with pure pleasure. I kept my face steady; the Serena before me waited for me to decide what to do next. Use this dagger on her, or for her. If only she knew—the decision had already been made the moment Spade dragged me out of the back of his car. I smirked, then snapped my wrist, quick as a whip, and hurled the dagger at the other Serena before she could even blink. She gasped, the blade pierced her heart. Her face rippled like the liquid floor beneath us, her mask unraveling. Her fiery hair stayed the same, but her nose, eyes, and lips curled, morphing into a different face altogeth

The merchant was also a human although his eyes could make him seem like a werewolf. He was a hybrid, she noticed. "I would like to get a silver dagger. One that isn't noticeable," she whispered to him while trying not to raise Kyla's suspicion. The man nodded and brought out a clean dagger, with an intrinsic design at the tip. "This is one of my finest swords. It was carefully made and I think it suits you." Lara quickly took it and hid it in her sleeves. She smiled and gave him some coins before walking away. It would be dangerous, she knew but it was a risk she was willing to take.

Julia slowly sank to her knees, her hands dropping from her abdomen as she instinctively raised them to shield her face, anticipating the blow since Olivia’s arms were already rising, ready to strike—and harder than before. Olivia raised her hands above her head, her voice a menacing whisper. “You’ll regret…” Julia’s eyes clamped shut, her face downturned, as she braced for impact, screaming, “ahhhh!” Just as Olivia’s arms came crashing down, a voice cut through. “Dear… I think there’s a problem…” The trembling voice was like a divine intervention, halting her punishment—or perhaps merely delaying it. Olivia’s arms dropped to her sides, and she turned to glance over her shoulder, her face tw