Staring Daggers Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Break their legs love!” The pack members each turned their back against them and decided to focus on the upcoming spar. They took their positions on different sides of the spacious land and started sparring against one another, Zane who picked one of the elite warriors second to Luke Lilac stood before the man. “Begin!” In this type of spar, there is only one thing to do for you to win, and that is to corner your opponent and last longer, If your opponent loses, the one nearest to you who also won will be your next target, and so on…

He stared emotionless at all of them. “Who she is to me is none of your business. Let’s get over this.” With this, he pulled out his dagger from under his waist. The first thing that catches my attention is his glistening dagger. The blade shone at the reflection of the now-bright moon. The rogue of wolves as well pull out their weapons. My heart begins to beat fast. A rogue of wolves against a man? This is going to be so dangerous.

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.

With her hateful and evil eyes, she yelled, "Die!" Her dagger was aimed at Darryl's heart. 'I'm finished!' Darryl did not have the chance to avoid it. He was desperate when Granny Rafflesia tried to stab him.

Pushing my face into his, I hissed, “You think I don’t know that? You think I like sitting here waiting for the next dealer to go down?” He stared at me with his dead eyes but said nothing that I needed to hear. “Goddammit!” I wrenched myself away from him and began to pace. My fingers turned to claws as they raked through my hair. Could this day seriously get any fucking worse? “I have a guy we can use,” Dagger said in a low voice. “He’ll find out what’s going on, then dispose of the culprits discreetly.”

THANE My eyes locked on Riley, and I sprinted toward her with every ounce of strength I had left. Then I spotted Bella—her hand raised, a dagger in her grip. No one had noticed her until the blade was in the air. Everything seemed to slow as I watched in horror. The dagger struck its mark before I could get to her, embedding itself deep in Riley's chest. It pierced through her heart, the blade tip jutting out. Riley staggered, her eyes wide with shock, and my breath caught in my throat.

“This is going to get bloody.” Tate lunged, slashing vertically with both daggers. Danial sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the strike, and countered with a powerful punch aimed at Tate’s midsection. Tate twisted away, slashing downward with both blades. Danial crossed his arms to block, the daggers clanging against his bronze forearms. The sound reverberated through the arena. Tate’s eyes widened. “Impossible. These daggers can pierce steel!” Danial smirked. “Looks like they’ll need an upgrade.”

Ītzpāpālōtl screeches, flailing in fury. Closer now. Almost close enough. Arya looks at me. “One!” We draw our diamond daggers. “Two!” We edge forward, preparing to leap. “Three!” We launch ourselves at her back, blades in hand. The wings cut us the second we touch them, even through the cloth—shredding skin, slicing muscle. But we hold on. We have to. She thrashes, trying to shake us loose, and our blades drive deeper with each movement.

with that he staggered off, his jacket ripped in many places. I glanced back at Arian and he was looking back at me, eyes shining. His face went out of focus for a second “I will not faint, I will not faint…” I started the mantra in my head, but it didn’t stop the oblivion from taking me anyway.