Stares Daggers Novels & Stories

He is dead," Damien replied curtly. Naferes's fangs grew and his eyes color changed just as his canine elongated. "Attaaaack!" He roared, in just a flash the once calm cool space turned into a bloodied battlefield. He dashes toward Damien thrusting his fangs into Damien's chest, Damien winces, while Naferes's mouth widens ready to bite Damien in his neck, but Daren was fast to stab Naferes bag with a silver dagger he was holding. Naferes groans in pain and released Damien, he turns instantly in the direction of Daren slashing his face with fangs.

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?”

"At such a young age, you refuse to repent, and you even dare to provoke the authority of the Secret Sect. You're courting death!" His piercing gaze seemed to freeze the air around him as the temperature plummeted. Easton extended his hand, and a gleaming dagger appeared in his grip. It emanated a sharp, chilling aura that locked onto Chase. "Your strength isn't bad," Easton sneered. "But compared to the high-tier techniques of the Secret Sect, you're leagues behind!" With a flash of light, Easton darted forward, with the dagger aimed directly at Chase's heart. His confidence was unwavering—he was certain Chase could not evade this strike. The dagger moved so quickly that it reached Chase's

He advanced even further. “I’m not joking when I said I’d kill him!” I shouted, now pointing the short dagger at him. When I saw him advancing, I did what I had to do — slashing Derek’s neck with the dagger. I stood up and prepared for Gad’s attack. He lunged forward, and I dodged, doing the same thing I had done to the first. Darius rolled his eyes and sighed lazily. I glared at him with a look that said, If looks could kill...

Blood streaks across the surface and splatters along the walls, creating a spectacular battle scene masterpiece. Coming to a halt. I smirk when I see Thane, one of the Dream Guardian twins, step out of the communications deck. His gaze finds mine, and he rolls his shoulders, cracking his knuckles with a sinister look on his face. Returning my daggers into the sides of my combat boots, I flick the tip of my nose with the pad of my thumb and widen my stance. “Wanna dance, shitface?!” Sarcasm drips from my words.

"Cry out all of your pain. I will stay here with you." ~ Stargem: Rewrite ~

I forgot how intimidating his stare is. “Who the fuck are you, and what do you want?” I’m speechless for a second too long. With unseeable speed, he whips a silver dagger out from his back and places the tip under my chin. Fury burns in his eyes, and two black marks running from his forehead, around his eyes, to his cheeks glow a vibrant red. “You might be fucking drop-dead beautiful, but you won’t trick me into whatever you’re selling. Get the fuck out of here before you regret it.”

Anita’s voice was so cool that anyone that heard her at that moment would think she was nice. “Have I ever beat you since you have been living in this house?” She raised her eyebrows. With tears, Mila shook her head in negativity. “No, ma.” “Stand up!” Anita ordered, and Mila’s body quickly reacted to the command. “Come here.” Mila slowly took her step after the other, covering her eyes with her hand. She couldn’t predict getting beat, but she could save her eyes. As Anita raised her hand up to beat her, Bowyer called, “Dear, please come. It seems like we have a problem.”

Drogo growls weakly in my head as he nearly surfaces. “You bastard!” I'm too blinded by rage that I don't see his dagger coming for me. “Watch out!”

Wrapped around a dagger. My son has been branded too.