Stares Daggers Novels & Stories

Blair noticed. And smiled. “You’re holding back,” Blair breathed, ducking another hit. “You’re afraid you’ll hurt them. That’s what makes you weak.” She slipped a hand under her cloak, drawing something gleaming. A dagger. The blade shimmered faintly in the light, a silver curve ending in a moonstone pommel. The air around it hummed with cold intent. Celeste’s blood ran cold. “Where did you...” Blair lunged. Celeste barely dodged the first strike, the dagger grazing her shoulder. She hit back, grabbing Blair’s wrist, forcing her backward toward the stairs. They struggled, boots slipping on shattered glass. The dagger flashed again, high, low, then high again.

It was the simplest type of dagger—one that could be bought with a few bronze coins, that Yvette had given to him. However, because it was soaked in my heartblood ten times, that ordinary dagger was gleaming in fluorescent radiance as if it was not of the mortal realm. I chuckled coolly once again, and was ready for the dagger to be plunged into my chest. But at the very next moment, my eyes abruptly widened as I watched Cain plunge the dagger into his own chest without hesitation. His face paled from pain and he started sweating over his brown, but his smile actually broadened as he murmured, "So it actually hurts so much, Crystal…"

Relief, terror, love, all tangled into one. Kyle staggered back, dagger raised, shouting for his men. Jace only smiled wider, stepping aside, his eyes never leaving me. “Let the game begin,” he murmured.

“You don’t understand. Xavier has probably considered every future move by us. He’s good at playing—" “Yes, game master. Noted.” She turned around. “You must wait in here.” “And do what?” “Not get killed while I kill everyone else.” She blinked. She didn’t crack a smile. “You’re going to hear a lot of noise. Stay on the ground even when you hear bodies fall.” She dropped her hands to her thighs and pulled the daggers out of the straps holding them to her. “They’ll probably scream.” She gripped the daggers and that was the only way Mia could describe them. One was bronze, the other silver. They had jagged edges that gleamed in the light. Dragons were carved into the handles. Each of the creat

Seeing the dazed looks on everyone’s faces, Tolu used the opportunity to sneak past the student union member. “Fuck you DULSU!” Tolu yelled as before she climbed down the stairs. Seeing that she was no longer in eye sight, she sprinted into a race. She knew she was dead. Roasted. Demola slowly rubbed the back of his eyes an unusual gleam in his eyes. “Damn, that was sexy”

Greg wanted to end the man before he even got to know him because of that. “Does it matter?” Greg asked. He was as stubborn as anyone else when he was pushed into a corner. He would never back down when it came to protecting her, though. That was his goal. If he could also agitate the other man in the process, that would be an added bonus. “I want to know your name!” Daimian demanded, nearly screaming like his mother had done before. Kristen had not even flinched. He knew this was an everyday thing then. That made him slightly angry as well. How did no one see it before she was in high school?

I knot my fingers in his shirt and toss him into a wall side cabinet that breaks into pieces. Next, he comes charging at me, producing his dagger that he has picked up from the floor. He wildly swings it forward at me and catching me on the cheek. Out of irritation, I expose my fangs and snap at his neck. I am going to rip him to pieces; he will not leave here alive. Before I make my next move, I watch as Connor drives a dagger through the elder's chest and Anastasia kills the last of the gang members. They all conveniently step back and wait for me to deal with Stefan.

I have this rage slowly rising inside me like lava inside a volcano. I feel Ishtar step behind me as I slowly stand up. With maintain eye contact with him, I reach for the dagger tucked in my hair bun. I feel Ishtar getting ready to attack me as I pull the dagger out from my bun and let the hair drop over my shoulders like a black curtain.

Maya stared into the horizon. Darkness churned ahead. She tightened her grip on the dagger. “We finish this. One way or another.”

“Arieta matra sorte ni malefica.” Dagar staggers back as if struck, his body jerking like something inside him is fighting to break free, his eyes shifting from completely black to his usual dark irises, his jaw clenched so tightly it looks like it might crack. He looks like a man wrestling with his own soul, like something inside him is tearing in two, like he’s holding back a force that wants to consume him.