Novel & Cerita Stares Daggers

I will not die without doing anything to save my best friend, Calliope. She noticed that I was staring at her. That's why I wink at her as if on cue, I pulled the daggers in his hands even though I was holding the blade. I pulled it as I held on to it tightly and after that I sat down as I elbowed his stomach standing up as I turned around from his back and viola!

One after another. Daggers sailed through the air, fast, relentless. They struck dangerously close to my thighs, arms, sides—each one a twisted game, designed to terrify. He was trying to wake something in me, but I was too weak to answer. Until the last one. Damian stood directly in front of me now, only a few feet away. He held the final dagger with both hands, turning it slowly. “Let’s see what happens,” he said softly, “when I aim for the part that really matters.”

Andy goes still. He stares at me, eyes widenin'. “You’re not serious.” “Oh, she's serious,” I reply, the grin returnin' to my face. “And no amount of money will stop me from killin' ya unless ya talk.” “I’m not speakin',” he mutters, still defiant. Of course. I pull out my dagger, and he laughs, but it’s the laugh of a man who doesn’t understand what’s comin'. “Ya really think I won’t do it?” I swing the dagger down, buryin' it in his hand. The scream that rips from his throat is music to my ears.

Maria and Monalisa help in the best way by finding daggers and knives, which they gave to Dagger when he arrived. They begin loading the guns and throwing at the men in black. Dagger was skillfully doing what he does best. He never missed a shot but unfortunately run out so he began pulling out the ones he had thrown from the bodies of those stabbed, using it for the new targets. Pulling out the knives and daggers made them scream in pain. They were usually hit on the arm to weaken them.

Tales is now holding a dagger while pointing it on his neck. "You lose."

He coughed for a few seconds, trying to clear his airways. Garith shook his head as he pulled back and settled back against the pew. “I doubt that. Those blades right there? Those blades are silver.” He pointed to the two daggers on the ground. Garith laughed. “You can smell the silver from here. Isn’t that right, kitten?”

As if they where afraid to meet with my beautiful red-violet eyes. I was about to speak when I felt an intense stare coming from behind me. It was so intense that I could almost feel a hot laser like it was going to pierce my back. It gives the chills even though it should be hot. Now all of us are sweating in cold feet. Dang. I forgot about Zen. I looked at the dagger I was holding. It was very shiny, while the handle was made out of obsidian rock. Darker than black. The metal could almost reflect my pretty face if not for the dark expression on the other side.

Jaden “Mark me!” Felicity roars, her voice echoing off the walls of the cavern. My head throbs with pain as I shake my head, unable to comply. The searing agony in my neck spreads through my entire body, making it difficult to breathe. But I keep my eyes fixed on Stacey, watching for any signs of danger. Despite the agony, I can’t tear my eyes away from Stacey, watching her every move to ensure her safety from the deadly Arachne. But even as Aurora slips in to protect her using her shield, the sharp lines of pain etched on her face still break my heart and crush my chest.

"What the fuck do you mean by that?" She stared up at me, eyes blazing, hands on her hips. "Don't try to deny it! Dagger gave me the full rundown of exactly what you planned for me, while he had me pinned to the ground and his hand in my pants!"

I close the bookcase and click the latch so it stays closed. I slip out the door and head to the living room to wait for Skull. He comes out with his hands at his belt. He's not nearly as big as Metal, but I'm not taking chances. I have a gun pointing at him when he looks up. My shirt and DCMC cut are covered in Metal's blood. "Don't move your hands or I'll put a bullet through your head." "Fuck, Dagger, what the fuck?"