Stares Daggers の小説・ストーリー

he beckoned, "step forward." Mirage, her face adorned with a mesmerizing grin, gracefully gathered her gown and moved toward her father. Thronesman unveiled the ancient dagger, its red crystal catching the moon's gentle glow. He delicately took Mirage's hand, making a small, precise cut with the dagger, allowing her blood to drip onto the ground.

His expression grew stern and he pushed his lips together, which seemed to intensify Celendra’s arousal. “Besides, the Old King would never allow for that!” Herles continued arguing. Whether he saw Blake’s demand for silence or not, it did not matter. Blake pulled out one of Stefan’s daggers and held it up, as if examining the sharp edge. The blades were evenly weighted and superbly built. Prince Ipos must have spent a fortune on them. He ran his thumb along it, and a bead of blood formed. Herles stared at him with wide eyes, suddenly aware of his blunder. He opened his mouth to plead or maybe it was to argue. Blake would never know because the next sound was from the blade sinking into Herl

I clutch onto Azriel feeling them throw daggers at me. Uh-oh.

But not on my watch. I moved quickly, entering the hallway and finding the room. Inside were three men, eyes wild with fury. “Who the hell are you?!” one barked, stepping forward. I scanned the room—Paige wasn’t there. “She’s not here,” I muttered. “Hey, I asked you a question!” the man snapped again, fists clenching. They began to circle me. I couldn’t kill them—that would change too much. But I could put them to sleep. Reapers have tricks beyond death.

She smiles evilly then plunges the dagger deep into her stomach. And then the whole world stopped. Stacy's deafening scream brings me back to life. It was hunting, she is in so much pain that's driving me crazy. Tears keep streaming down my face, I scream out to her but I can't hear my own voice. My throat burns and my ears are blocked, my stomach pulsates in pain. Dani looks at me triumphantly and yanks the dagger out of her stomach, Stacy's body jolting along as she did so. Blood seeping out of her wound like a waterfall, it's not stopping.

Davidson sped towards Davies immediately. His feet dug into the metallic platform strongly as he pushed himself forward. His eyes flashed coldly with each step he took, gleaming brightly in the dark like two dangerous orbs. Wielding both daggers, he swung his arms towards Davies, covering every possible escape route for the latter.

Her grip on the dagger was tight, she steadied herself into a fighting position. When the rogue finally appeared, Nina stared at it with a crazy expression that mirrored it. ‘it’s all or nothing!’ “Come at me, you bastard!”

🎩 IMMORTAL ACADEMY 👑 {Melting His Icy Heart} Written by Sylvia Adaobi Peter ⚠️❌ DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ⚠️❌ Episode 56 "Master! You have to come with me!" Dagger said as he stormed into the temple. He stared at Tabitha on the floor, wondering what happened. Craig quickly hid his face, knowing he couldn't let anyone see the tears in his eyes. "Go on. I'm behind you." He replied so coldly and Dagger quickly left.

Jena and I make eye contact, she knows I will let go if it will save them all. “Don’t even f*cking think about it Alpha!” She pulls one of my silver daggers from her waist. I don’t even want to know where it came from. I haven’t had my gear on in days, which is stupid considering. She drives it into his neck over and over again. This asshole is not dying easily. Finally, after about ten deep stabs he collapses forward on me. I try to push his big ass off, but the way he had me pinned down it’s hard to move, so I do what anyone in my position would. I explode into flames.

Atlas’s roar echoes through him into me, fierce and triumphant, and for a heartbeat the world is only us—his ocean-mist scent, the steady strength of his hold, the unspoken vow in his gaze. Kael’s voice cuts through gently. “You okay, princess? Dagger’s bound to you now—gave you one hell of a d******d.” I nod, throat tight, managing a shaky smile. “I saw them… my parents. The whole line.” My voice is raw, the weight of centuries pressing down, but the dagger’s warmth steadies me, its ruby glowing soft and sure. Dax exhales, hand on Kai’s shoulder, while the warriors maintain their protective ring, eyes scanning the shadows. The shrine’s hum has quieted, but the air feels charged, expectant.