Staring Daggers Novels & Stories

He advanced even further. “I’m not joking when I said I’d kill him!” I shouted, now pointing the short dagger at him. When I saw him advancing, I did what I had to do — slashing Derek’s neck with the dagger. I stood up and prepared for Gad’s attack. He lunged forward, and I dodged, doing the same thing I had done to the first. Darius rolled his eyes and sighed lazily. I glared at him with a look that said, If looks could kill...

Our eyes lock onto the approaching figures, they are close enough and we both reached for our daggers at the same time almost like we had a speechless conversation in our minds. Adam and I stand side by side, already surrounded by the swarm of men charging towards us. Guns are blazing, daggers glinting, and adrenaline courses through our veins. We brace ourselves for the onslaught, knowing that our lives depend on every move we make. As the first wave of assailants closes in, I let out a fierce howl and leap forward. My claws extend, slashing through the air with deadly precision. One man lunges at me with a dagger, but I swiftly evade his attack, twisting my body and delivering a powerful k

No one. He was ready for me. He blocked my attack and gave me a kick at my injured side. I doubled over but retaliated with my claws out. I aimed for his neck and saw that he had a two small daggers with him too. They were also made of silver. I blocked my blows and tried to land a few on me too, directing his knifes at my heart. He was fighting with the intent to kill. I didn’t relent too, I aimed to end his life too.

I sat up gingerly, weeping in relief. On my knees with my arms extended, I groped for the door. My knee touched something cold. I shrank back and directed my gaze downwards. Dante lay there with his throat slit, his eyes open in a fixed stare. Yelling and cursing, I scooted backward. Another figure I recognized as myself materialized out of the shadows. It held my silver dagger and stared down at something on the floor.

Diana stood right in front of a mongrel’s headless corpse. Her back was as straight as ever even with her round belly. In her hand was a dagger with a jagged blade. Chunks of monster’s flesh stuck in between its rough blade as dark blood dripped onto the crimson snowy ground. Though her chest was heaving from the almost endless round of battle that had just taken place a mere few minutes ago, Diana’s eyes gleamed with sinister thirst while she gazed far ahead—specifically, her eyes were fixated on the ‘impregnable’ walls of the enemy.

The little hill had been put there so we could quickly cover the firepit in case of emergencies. “Word of friendly advice,” said Dag. “You shouldn’t let your fire get so big. Lets the monsters know where you are, and you don’t want that, know what I mean?” He pushed the mound of earth with his boot and it fell into the pit, extinguishing the fire. I found myself in pitch dark, but I could hear the jangle of Dag’s chainmail rushing towards me. My hand burst into flame. The light was brighter than before, revealing Dag’s face as he bore down on me with his axe raised over his head. He looked very surprised, proper rabbit in the headlights, and then even more surprised when two arrows hit him.

She removed the band that held her hair and it fell to her shoulders while she stared at him, slowly biting the bottom of her lips. “I…” before he could complete his statement, she had taken the dagger in his pocket out of him and sent it driving into him with so much speed for about four or five times before staring at it, covered with blood with a smile on her face. “Dagger!” She muttered as she stared at it. “Welcome home to momma” she said with a smile on her face and just as another goon rushed to her, Daniel caught the goon and held on to his head, twisting it and the other goons could hear the bones crack and it angered them and they rushed to Daniel but he dodged and by the time he

The assassin was hanging upside down from the tree, his blade deep into the trunk keeping him steady. “Come on, make this chase a little more entertaining.” He muttered harshly and charged at me. He landed on top of me, and I barely managed to keep his hands from piercing me. As I stared at the dagger, which was barely touching me, my throat dried up. His fiery eyes were staring down at me when I looked up. He began thrusting the daggers towards me with a sadistic grin on his lips. I struggled desperately to keep his hands from driving the daggers into me.

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.”