Staring Daggers Novels & Stories

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.”

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.”

The atmosphere was electric, with his teammates on edge, as if they hadn't witnessed such an intense and thrilling fight in ages. Vivian was panting heavily, pressing her hand against her aching waist. Suddenly, a flash of cold light caught her eye as Dominic hurled a dagger straight at her face. His gaze was filled with murderous intent, seeking vengeance for the scar from three years ago. Vivian had no time to think. She instinctively leaned back, the dagger narrowly missing her waist and embedding itself into the tree behind her. Although she wasn't seriously injured, her clothes were torn, revealing a delicate daisy tattoo on her lower back. The bright red daisies looked as if they were

Tell me why my son is with Mr Jones Vones or I will kill you this time, I promise" Dan said with furry in his eyes. He did not look like he was joking. "What exactly do you mean you knew?! What did you know?!!" Dagger asked as he walked closer to his brother. He was now in front of his brother, barely breathing away. Dagger had grown now and was slightly taller than his brother. He looked ready to launch at his brother at any instant as he brought out his claws and snarled.

"This is all your fault!" A shrill voice shattered the peace of my studio. Delia stormed in like a madwoman, a gleaming silver dagger in her hand. "You ruined everything!" Her eyes were wild with hatred. "I'm going to kill you!" The silver dagger flew straight for my heart. Before I could react, a figure moved in front of me. A strangled cry tore from Damon’s throat. The dagger was buried deep in his arm. Black blood gushed out.

She asked, her voice shaking. I smiled and looked up at Callum who smiled a little. “Why?” I asked. “It’s creepy out here, Luna,” she whispered, and neither of us could barely hear her voice. “What if they’re watching us?” She asked, looking scared. Callum’s lips moved, he was laughing or so it seemed. He looked at the both of us gently. “They would be fools to try anything with me here,” he said, as he slowly raised his shirt, showing us the bunch of silver coated daggers he carried along, most of the daggers were coated with silver and poison, one stab could end any of the rogue’s life.

I said playing with the dagger while starring at his hopeless self on the floor . " what..what do you mean " he stammered "this dagger is gonna help me steal your powers .I need it for something important " I said " bitch you're a whore "he roared and tried to move but couldn't " oops sorry sweetheart but your time is up and thanks for being part of my game "I aid and plug the dagger into his chest " ohhmm "he gasped and his body shook violently untill he burst into smoke which the dagger absorbed .the dagger fell down on the floor

From down the mountain, the thundering sound of wolf paws gets closer and closer, but it still sounds so far away. I look back at Dagger and notice glimmers of light reflecting in my peripheral vision. I flick my eyes into the distance behind him, three wolves are silently stalking Dagger in a triangular formation. Two large dark brown wolves and a giant white wolf in the center with one green eye. Saint! My heart leaps at the sight of him. Saint and the other two wolves are downwind. Dagger doesn’t seem to notice, I have to keep distracting him before he catches his stalkers’ scents. I just need to give them enough time so they can get close enough to catch him. “Ryan please, come on, just

Turning around, I found Angry Jake charging towards me, waving two daggers in his hands. "What the hell?" I muttered, taken aback by his sudden aggression. He lunged at me, attempting to thrust the daggers into my stomach, but I managed to catch his hand in mid-air. Clenching my teeth, I tightly held onto his wrist, struggling to keep the daggers away from my body as he fought to harm me. "I thought you were joking about killing me," I said, gazing into his bloodshot eyes. "I didn't have a solid reason to want to kill you before, but now I do," he growled in a low, rumbling tone.

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.