Novel & Cerita Staring Daggers

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.

The ravens that are left in the room sweep down and hover over Dagar as he slides his sword from his back and prepares to fight. Two of the Rowenas unsheathe a long knife and go straight for Dagar. They move fast, faster than I expect, circling him before he can fully ready himself. He blocks one strike with his sword, but the second version is already behind him, blade out, aiming for his ribs. He twists, barely avoiding it, and his ravens attack. They are not enough to kill, but they can distract. The clones stay on him, pushing him back. I don’t get a second to breathe.

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*

Dagger violently twisted and turned his lower body to free himself. Coming from the side, Luca struck. Regardless of Dagger's defensive movement, Lucky's boot made a direct hit to Dagger's groin. Dagger cried out from the vicious impact to his pitiful balls, and fell limp, choking and sputtering to catch his breath, unable to move his head beneath Ever's six-foot-four muscular frame. Working in coordination, Luca and Samuel jerked Dagger's hips high in the air, giving me the target I wanted. Wasting no time, I slammed the six inch wooden stake directly into Dagger's waiting ass.

“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

she added, and almost immediately, the world seemed to shift around us. The air changed. My senses sharpened, Verya’s eyes narrowed, and a smirk played on her lips. My own lips curved into a frown. And then it happened. Four daggers flew through the air. Verya tilted her head just in time, dodging one effortlessly, before moving toward Lora, who had frozen in place. She pulled Lora into her arms as another dagger flew toward her neck, narrowly missing. I reacted instantly too, leaping back as if the world had slowed. A dagger sliced beneath my chin, and I twisted mid-air, landing with precision and moving toward Theila. I kicked away a dagger aimed at her, eyes scanning the crowd, narrowing

He bellowed at his son, his own eyes dilating into obsidian black as anger rose from his aura. If I was scared earlier, I am more terrified now. When it comes to daggers, Alpha Argon is not the one to be dismissed. He has the skill to hit his target even with just a simple glance. And the dagger he was holding was made of silver. If he strikes it on Alexa’s heart, she’ll be dead in seconds. The veins from Alpha Aeon’s body started to appear as he coiled his hands into tight fists. "What do you want from her?"

Wilbur explained with a shrug. The lady's expression darkened. She kicked over her fishing box and took out two curved daggers from it. The daggers were small but were capable of doing a lot of damage. Anyone stabbed by it would suffer from excessive bleeding at once, possibly causing death. The lady leaped into the air, pouncing at Wilbur as she slashed the daggers against his chest in a cross-motion. Wilbur smiled. He raised a hand, weaving through the lady's arms and aiming a chop at her neck.

She did not think that he would be a lecherous man instead. Zana held the daggers tightly. The daggers were different from the ordinary daggers. There were ancient patterns and incomprehensible ancient scripts engraved on the blades. They had a terrifyingly frosty glint under the sunlight. Liam's eyes narrowed after he saw her daggers. He seemed to be surprised that she would be using such good weapons. "Hmph! I can't believe you have the guts to come right to me! You must have a death wish!" Zana sneered, charging at Liam while holding her daggers tight.

I yelled and glanced around wildly. Where the hell are the humans in this place?! "YOU DON'T WANT ME AS YOUR—" Before I could say that particular word, Nicholas stopped and faced me. All of a sudden, I felt a cold metal on the side of my stomach. I glanced down and saw a dagger. Its grip has intricate patterns. How did he pull that out in a second? The light brush of the dagger caused a burning sensation on my skin. Silver. The dagger was made of pure silver. Nicholas leaned closer and hissed low, "I dare you to finish it" pressing his dagger even more on my skin.