Spider Man Dagger Novels & Stories

It was the sound of an immortal being unraveling from the inside out. His hands shoved at me, desperation fueling his strength. But it was already too late. Suddenly— "RAVEN!" Dante’s voice rang out like thunder. He appeared from the cave’s entrance. And in his hand—a dagger. Glowing. Pulsing. Ancient. "END HIM!" he screamed, hurling the blade toward me with every ounce of his strength. Time fractured. The dagger flew. And without hesitation, I caught it mid-air, spun, and drove it into Loki’s chest.

We killed all the men of Luna Betty and her Alpha Brother and they were left alive, trying to escape further. I got the dagger in the hand of one of my warriors and released it with full force. With speed, the dagger sprinted in the air and as it stopped, it was already deeply buried at the back of Luna Betty’s Alpha Brother. The dagger was a silver one, the weakness of all werewolves. Alphas may take the silver dagger as an ordinary knife and heal after a few minutes but not if they are being hit in their vital parts like their hearts. As I saw Luna Betty’s Alpha Brother fall to the ground in a kneeling position trying to fight the pain and effect of the silver dagger buried at his back, I

"Mr, I don't think we've met before, no?" "The name is Spider" The man said and nodded, a playful smirk on his face "You don't remember me anymore?" Diana frowned and squinted at him. She couldn't recall anyone with that name. It was just for a second she got distracted and the next moment, she felt her hands being flunged away from him forcefully, making the knife in her hand fly a few feet away and so quickly, with a speed she didn't think was possible, he brought his hands down on her, aiming to strike her on the head but Diana side stepped to the left instinctively.

I said playing with the dagger while starring at his hopeless self on the floor . " what..what do you mean " he stammered "this dagger is gonna help me steal your powers .I need it for something important " I said " bitch you're a whore "he roared and tried to move but couldn't " oops sorry sweetheart but your time is up and thanks for being part of my game "I aid and plug the dagger into his chest " ohhmm "he gasped and his body shook violently untill he burst into smoke which the dagger absorbed .the dagger fell down on the floor

“Is that the little bitch’s name? Yeah, I stole it from her. I needed a way to get in here.” Fuck. Jesus fucking Christ, this woman was unhinged. “Boss, I got that phone for—” The words died on Dagger’s tongue when he saw the scene in front of him. Dropping the bag he was carrying, he pulled out his Glock and held it level with Syndy’s head, coming at her from the other side. I guessed my man had a little problem with the woman who sliced open his thigh too. Her breathing kicked up another notch, the pending violence thickening the air and feeding my monster.

His speed and his strength—Gideon had dismissed them all like they were nothing with just two damn fingers. Owen wondered who the hell Gideon was. Before Owen could recover, Gideon's fingers tightened. The dagger shattered into pieces, sending Owen stumbling backward. It was worth noting that Owen's dagger was no ordinary weapon. It was forged from deep-sea refined iron. It was incredibly durable, capable of slicing through metal as if it were mere clay. Once a prized treasure in the Black Sky Organization's vault, it had been awarded to him as a reward for flawlessly completing an S-tier mission. The dagger had claimed the lives of countless high-profile targets, leaving a trail of formidab

So he knew it would cause some raised brows if he went barreling in there without a way out. Damon removed the dagger from its holster in his hand, and twirled it in his hands. It was a lovely present for his 16th birthday, made from the strongest wolf steel (coined because they could cause irreparable damage to a werewolf). Its handle had been engraved with his initials. He continued to think, feeling discomfited by the turn of events.

They swarmed around Logan’s body, some checking for signs of life, others forming protective circles despite their Alpha being beyond protection. And then someone noticed the dagger. “Wait,” Alpha Darius of the Shadowpine pack knelt beside Logan’s body, his eyes widening as he recognized the weapon. “That’s… that’s Evander’s blade.” The hall went silent except for harsh breathing and the shuffle of feet. “Evander?” Marcus moved closer, examining the distinctive hilt. “You’re certain?” “Everyone knows that dagger,” Darius said grimly. “He had it commissioned specifically, bragged about the dark magic woven into its metal. There’s no mistaking it.”

"What is it? Why isn't he healing?" Maranda took a deep breath. "The dagger that was used to stab Harley is not just any ordinary weapon. While casting healing spells, I discovered that it's an ancient dagger, crafted from a combination of wolfsbane, silver, and powerful spells. Such weapons were used in ancient times specifically to kill powerful werewolves." Marinetta's eyes widened with horror. "What does that mean for Harley?"

He had only wanted to kill Megumi, but seeing as they were all the same they all had to go. Megumi said she didn’t trust him, but in the end she had let her guard down at the last minute. And he had been able to strike like the cobra he was. He had already packed his things. His jacket that Megumi didn’t like was very roomy and his gadgets didn’t take that much room. He made sure he cleared out all his things so what happened here wouldn’t be traced back to him. So this was how the great Phantom fell?