Staring Daggers Novels & Stories

All My Love, Daniel, aka, Dad She couldn't fight the tears that escaped her eyes as she folded the letter back up, folding it in half so that she could tuck it into her bra. Perhaps she should burn it, she thought, but even still, she couldn't do that here. No, she would need to keep it close until she had the necessary time to dispose of it properly. She lifted the lid of the velvet box to see the daggers that he had spoke of. Completely silver with gemstones embedded into the handles. She recognized the gems aligned on the top & bottom of the handle as Sapphires, along with some moonstones throughout, but she had no clue what the others were. Enchanted silver daggers. She closed the black

In rare cases, Magic. The kingdom of Sargas was secured. Now it was her turn to win the war, to strike back the revenge her kingdom owned to Antares for a long time. “Your highness, the sniper spots the cavalry marching in from the notches,” Jasper yelled from behind her. Atarah unhooked the golden bird pin and let her cape fall on the muddy ground. She held her right arm straight up, so that it was visible to everyone, her hand balled up in a fist. Behind her, a soldier placed the metallic battle horn on his lips and blew heavily.

I take a lunge while trying to maintain as much stability as I can. "Are you ready?" Arthur declares. He raises his gun into the clear sky and points it at the hurricane's eye. “Set.” He grins. The gun then fires.

Danica said, Madam Dera and Chase looked back at Diana who nodded at Garry and the next thing almost knocked Madam Dera out. Garry brought out a silver dagger and threw it towards Kaiden, instead of the dagger falling to the ground, it stayed suspended in the air, it moved and found it way to Kaiden’s hands and the controlled Alpha didn't waste time in slicing body, anywhere the dagger met was brutal wounded. Kaiden’s screams, Derek and Danica’s laughter, Madam Dera cries filled the room. Chase’s eyes was teary, he stared back at Garry who was also laughing.

With a heavy heart and trembling hands, Dante launched himself at Cassius, his fury exploding in a flurry of fangs and claws. I STOOD IN THE MIDDLE OF THE storm, my feet sinking into the rain-soaked ground as I focused on the target in front of me. Rain pelted my face, but I didn't flinch. I took a deep breath, my fingers wrapped around the hilt of my favorite silver dagger, and I let it fly. It soared through the stormy air, landing on the target with a satisfying thunk, just two rings away from the center. With a sigh, I trudged through the mud to retrieve my faithful blade.

The men both glance at the dagger, apparently registering the danger before them, and raised their shotguns, their faces contorting. Morrigan’s eyes flashed red once more and she flashed forward, her silver dagger slashing at the man on the right. He screamed as silver bit into his arm. The shotgun went off with a BANG, but the shot went wide as Morrigan grabbed him around the throat with her left hand and tossed him into the other. The men crashed to the ground in a heap.

Ryan barked, drawing his sidearm. Shadows detached themselves from the tunnel walls. Three silver masks. Red Guard stalkers. The high-frequency hum of their energy blades sliced through the air. "Stay behind me, Leo!" I commanded, drawing my silver dagger. I lunged. I moved like a predator protecting its cub. I parried the first strike, the silver-alloy blade throwing sparks. I drove my dagger into the seam of the first stalker’s mask. Ga-chi. The sound of bone grinding against metal bit home.

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?”

I know now. “If you won’t end it, then I will,” Dagar says as I am deep in thought. Relentlessly, he rushes me, dagger in hand. It is as if slow motion has taken over. I slip past him, the dagger biting into my hand, blood spilling hot across my skin. I don’t flinch. My crimson‑stained fingers press against his forehead, crashing him down with all of my strength against the ground. Eyes closed, I summon the words etched into memory, the spell rising from my lips, and then I begin to carve a sigil on his forehead with my thumbnail. Within seconds, he is screaming, arms open, embracing the sky in overwhelming torment. A mystical gray mist leaves his body as if it were his soul leaving him. He

Mane smiled and turned to deliver a powerful fist. Daggers, saber and a fist crossed at an intersection, their fated meeting causing a massive explosion. *BOOM*