Spider Man Dagger Novels & Stories

Using the momentum of her hips, she drove the blade deep into the rogue's body. It was a custom self-defense dagger, its core packed with high-purity liquid silver. Squelch—! "AAAGH!!!" "You bitch!" The rogue never expected Elena to be carrying a silver weapon—a literal death sentence for a werewolf. Stabbed through the shoulder and his femoral artery, the liquid silver began searing his blood. He collapsed to the floor, let out a gut-wrenching scream. The second rogue let out a roar, his eyes turning bloodshot. Like a rabid beast, he lunged forward to help his partner.

His men had done quite an impressive job on their victim. Leaning forward, a sharp tool flashed in his tattooed hands as he spoke ...his personal favourite weapon. A double blade dagger with his initials engraved on its side "This is what we're going to continue doing, for every wrong answer you give I'll rip off one of your body parts ...there's plenty you don't need to be alive" he paused, to see the desired effect of his words on the man.

The surface was slick with some kind of ichor, and I nearly lost my grip. “Prisca, what are you doing?” Fatima shouted. “Ending this!” I yelled back. I climbed higher, my dagger in hand. The spider thrashed, trying to shake me off, but I held on, adrenaline fueling my every move. Finally, I reached its head. Its many eyes swiveled toward me, and for a moment, I froze. Then I plunged my dagger into its largest eye. The spider let out a deafening screech, its entire body convulsing. I was thrown to the ground, the impact knocking the wind out of me.

Before the man could finish, a small dagger was thrown at him and it landed on his shoulder making him shout out in pain as his voice bounced off the walls and reached both men's ears. Spade quickly turned around and saw Stefano grinning at the man with a sadistic look in his eyes. "You're gonna answer his question and if you don't, the next one goes into your eyes" he muttered dangerously low, and he saw the man swallow hard as his smirk became even more evil. Spade just turned around and faced the obviously scared man, he'd heard about Stefano, but he never really thought the man was crazy as they say but now he was actually seeing it.

It was the simplest type of dagger—one that could be bought with a few bronze coins, that Yvette had given to him. However, because it was soaked in my heartblood ten times, that ordinary dagger was gleaming in fluorescent radiance as if it was not of the mortal realm. I chuckled coolly once again, and was ready for the dagger to be plunged into my chest. But at the very next moment, my eyes abruptly widened as I watched Cain plunge the dagger into his own chest without hesitation. His face paled from pain and he started sweating over his brown, but his smile actually broadened as he murmured, "So it actually hurts so much, Crystal…"

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

‘Would you like to find out? Maybe I’ll do the same thing to you that I did to her,’ he said while pulling something out from behind his back, ‘or perhaps you deserve something worse.’ My eyes rounded as I locked onto the same dagger that Luna Yurena used on me the night of the masquerade ball—the beautifully designed silver dagger with wolfsbane embedded in the blade. A perfect weapon to use against a werewolf, especially one who hadn’t reached full access to their wolf yet.

It was gone in a heartbeat. “Then be the monster they made you, Vada Knox. Because today the Rogue Alpha and his mate are going to paint these walls red.” He released me and strode to the heavy oak chest in the corner. When he turned back he held two things: a wickedly curved silver dagger with runes etched along the blade, and a thin black leather sheath. “Phantom Wolves hate silver almost as much as regular wolves do,” he said, pressing the dagger into my palm. “This was forged from the blades of the ones I killed. Use it. Don’t hesitate.”

There are also occasional bumps on my shoulders and back, and I can't help but grit my teeth, stopping myself from hurting them and stifling my annoyed groan. I grabbed the scorpion dagger that caught my eye. I was in their store today, and it immediately caught my attention. It is a sculpted scorpion with hand-filed pincers and a tail. The tail section is ivory, separated by nickel-silver spacers. The pincers and stinger's colored titanium combine with the blade's blue hues to provide a highly cohesive appearance. This is truly a one-of-a-kind piece and has a spectacular fit and finish to match the ingenuity. I was tempted to buy it. It looks good and is good to use. "That would be fifty co

I glare at him, wishing I could kill him with just my stare alone. "Not gonna answer me? Then I'll make this more fun." He takes out the dagger behind him and laces it with the purple liquid in the bottle. "This dagger... Its blade is made with silver. It's lethal to us werewolves. Now that it's laced with wolfsbane, it's ten times deadlier. Come here!" He grabs Sandy's arm, forcing her to stand up. He holds the dagger toward her neck. Adrenaline spikes up in my system and I stand up immediately, gripping the cell bars. "STOP!"