Stares Daggers Novels & Stories

Kaelen The heavy stone doors of the secondary arena groaned open, the harsh fluorescent lights of the outer hallway spilling across the raked dirt. I didn't turn around immediately. I stood dead center in the ring, holding my weighted training daggers, listening intently until the faint, rapid scuffle of Elara’s sneakers completely faded into the rear garden tunnel. Only when I was certain she and Shaun were clear did I flip the daggers in my hands, burying the blades deep into the dirt at my feet as a show of casual indifference.

The girl jerked on hearing the sudden burst of his rage but didn't stop her act of throwing the thorns away. The man closed his eyes out of aggression before peeling them open and shooting daggers at Skyla through his bloodshot eyes. He snarled with intermittent ragged breaths, "They are not playing darts but poisonous ones!" The man said as the green spark around the thorns was perceived by his eyes.

There were small symbols along the hilt, symbols I have seen before but couldn’t remember where. “Ah, you have found my dagger.” A sneer came from behind us. I jumped and turned to find four men, two were smoking at the hands and the other two held one of each of Mrs. Cannon’s arms as she struggled to break free of them. “Mom!” Callie cried out, “Let her go!”

She caught herself against the wall, her eyes locking onto Julia’s with a menacing glare. Julia’s eyes widened in fear—escape impossible. “Uhm?” Olivia’s gaze slowly rose to meet Julia’s. “What just happened, Julia?” She asked and took a step forward, and Julia mirrored her movement, taking a step back. Olivia moved forward again, and Julia retreated, her back hitting the wall. “You want me to fall and die…” Julia slowly sank to her knees, her hands dropping from her abdomen as she instinctively raised them to shield her face, anticipating the blow since Olivia’s arms were already rising, ready to strike—and harder than before.

he murmured and leaned in to sniff her. Kristen flinched and recoiled, her stomach twisting in fear. He chuckled darkly. “This is my hood, sweetheart. They call me Dagger.” Kristen’s breath came in short, panicked gasps as she took a step back, but there was nowhere to run. The men closed in on her, their shadows looming. “Let’s get it done right here,” Dagger said, and he gestured to his men, and in an instant, their rough hands grabbed her arms and held her in place.

Nicko replied and took out his own dagger with the name of our clan engraved on it. The dagger stands as our initials. It's the only thing that differentiate us from other clans. All at once, the gangsters lurched at us, growling and roaring like some wild animals. As the first gangster lurched at me, I swirled my dagger so fast that it moved with the speed of lightening, gouging out the eyes of the first gangster. He fell to the ground with a loud cry, holding his bloody eyes in his hand. Shrieking and wailing in pain.

well he ain't seen nothing yet. He stumbles upon a dead body and I pull out two daggers that I had hidden in my boots. How did Dylan know I would need them? That guy is honestly goddess sent! I jump on Jake's father and land on my knees on his chest. He makes a sound but I wasn't concentrating on that enough to make out what it is. Before he can react, I stab his eyes. He let's out a cry of pain and that sounds like music to my ears. " that is for what you did to my parents! " I say while twisting the daggers. He growls in pain and the ground seems to shake by the sheer force of that growl .

The young noble staggered back, tasting the blood in his mouth. Rei jumped in again and threw a barrage of slashes and thrusts with his dual daggers. Minos could barely see the young foreigner move, yet the big drow doesn't seem to be all bothered by him. Minos glanced back at Otheric, who is valiantly holding up his axe despite his obvious lack of chance. Both of them are trying to find a moment to step and swing their own attacks.

I gently say to her and I'm fucking glad when she does. "Open Your eyes bitch or I'll slice his pretty little throat!" Stacey growls out as she continues to stare at me. "Don't open your eyes baby!" I look over at her but her eyes are open. "Baby close your eyes everything will be ok!" I'm willing to call Stacey's bluff on this, well that is until she gives me an evil smirk and pulls out a silver flip knife from her pocket. Fuck! "Keep Your eyes open bitch or he dies!"

He bids a brief goodbye to the gathered lords and Darla, before slipping out the door and sinking into the shadows. Stella wakes up to a clanking sound. It jars her ears, startling in a way that is nothing short of terrifying, considering the circumstances she is in. Her eyes snap up, meeting Lincoln's features standing over her, Lincoln's own features narrowed in a warning expression;. He holds a dagger in between his teeth, as his hands are fixed on one of the shackles holding Stella's arms to the wall. Stella realizes, then, that her eyes are aglow with the telltale signs of her Gift once more. Lincoln quirks a brow, glancing down meaningfully at the blade held in between his teeth, and w