Staring Daggers Novels & Stories

Nicko replied and took out his own dagger with the name of our clan engraved on it. The dagger stands as our initials. It's the only thing that differentiate us from other clans. All at once, the gangsters lurched at us, growling and roaring like some wild animals. As the first gangster lurched at me, I swirled my dagger so fast that it moved with the speed of lightening, gouging out the eyes of the first gangster. He fell to the ground with a loud cry, holding his bloody eyes in his hand. Shrieking and wailing in pain.

Seemed like metal. A dagger!

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.

Her grip on the dagger was tight, she steadied herself into a fighting position. When the rogue finally appeared, Nina stared at it with a crazy expression that mirrored it. ‘it’s all or nothing!’ “Come at me, you bastard!”

Ragnar asked as he sat on his throne. "They are silent, my Lord. None of them said anything and nor did they retaliate." Nate said as Ragnar hummed. Glancing to his side, he stared at the number of weapons splayed out, the weapons which the warriors of the Omega organization were using. A dagger shone brightly among them all. He picked it up, the cool metal nestling against his palm like an old memory. The silver f*cking dagger. The same dagger that scarred him. Its blade bore intricate carvings, symbols, spirals, and curves etched deeper than before. The last time he’d held it, the designs had stopped at the hilt.

She clung to him tightly, like the trauma was still crawling on her skin. He just held her. Letting her sob into his shoulder. Back inside the room, Ray and Oliver stood in the midst of the chaos. “What the f*ck…” Ray muttered. Oliver narrowed his eyes. “What is this? What’s the meaning of this?” Ray’s face hardened. “We’ll worry about that later.” He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out two sleek, silver daggers. Oliver didn’t say a word. He just gave a grim nod and did the same, pulling out two of his own.

Tales is now holding a dagger while pointing it on his neck. "You lose."

He is dead," Damien replied curtly. Naferes's fangs grew and his eyes color changed just as his canine elongated. "Attaaaack!" He roared, in just a flash the once calm cool space turned into a bloodied battlefield. He dashes toward Damien thrusting his fangs into Damien's chest, Damien winces, while Naferes's mouth widens ready to bite Damien in his neck, but Daren was fast to stab Naferes bag with a silver dagger he was holding. Naferes groans in pain and released Damien, he turns instantly in the direction of Daren slashing his face with fangs.

Dagger needed not answer for it was already glaring at her. A roar stronger than the vibrating thunderclaps and louder than the lightning bolts shook the turbulent air of the arena. A humungous spear made of crimson flames aimed at the wall of infernal fire that gleamed like an emerald sheen amid the darkened place. A gasp escaped Dagger’s lips upon watching the first contact of the pointed red flames to the wall of green flames. “Aaah!” The wall that Dagger was pinned onto collapsed upon the vibration of the clashing of flames.

I yell. He dodges my attack easily. Then, he reaches down his foot and pulls something up out of the ground. When I look down I realize what it is and the realization makes me sick. There in Starkev's hand is a black dagger covered in red runes. A weapon capable of ripping open the deepest fears of any soldier. Vassily had told me about it. The Rain Dagger. If he wants to kill me then he'll be getting close to doing just that.