Romans & histoires Thorfinn Dagger Tattoo

I am up again before they can turn, my dagger cutting their throat. They collapse, and I glance the bare skin of their wrist. There's a tattoo with the same sigil on the letter commanding me to kill the king. What the f*ck does that mean? I'd never seen someone tattoo a sigil on their skin. Could it have a deeper meaning besides a family line? Althea's scream cuts through the air. I stop cold. Someone is running at her, their weapon poised. I adjust my stance, taking a breath, before I throw.

When I turned my head, I saw him, Daron still unconscious a few feet away, half-covered by a fresh drift of sand. My heart slammed against my ribs. The small dagger I’d seen him use during the raid was still on him. I remembered how cleanly it had sliced through my packmate’s throat. The memory sent fresh rage surging through my veins, burning away the exhaustion. I crawled over to him, every movement sending sharp protests through my muscles. My fingers found the hidden sheath inside his inner cloak. The dagger slid out easily, cool and deadly in my palm. His name was etched into the hilt in sharp, elegant runes. I raised it high, aiming straight for his heart.

Not just any dagger… A silver dagger, with an awfully familiar sigil and initial embedded on the hilt.

The clatter of the silver blade and gold hilt dagger on the stone-paved flooring was almost deafening. Alpha Adawulf shouted one command, “Stop!” Everyone went still. Eirika’s chest heaved as her uncle walked to the now bloodied dagger, crouched by it, and then gingerly lifted it up. He examined the hilt which had the symbol of Arric’s pack: a gold-encrusted Lykan head with silver teeth which was made to form the letter 'S'. He slowly raised his face to meet Eirika’s. And she saw fear in his eyes before it was masked with concern.

I asked, still reining in my disbelief. “The dagger tattooed on Angelina’s arm?” she asked. I nodded. “I can’t explain that dagger as of now, but it has significance in the future. What I can tell you is that it pertains to one of your sons,” she said. “Is it Thaddeus because he’s my son by blood?” I frowned.

He whispered back. He smiled again, and my hand flew to my eye again. Thentos took one of the young elves' shields and held in front of my face. I could see the light blue, silver tattoo that started at the corner of my right eye and swirled down in a beautiful, intricate design. It looked like a vine crawling out of my eye down to my cheekbone and the other half over my eye towards the corner of my eyebrow. I removed the crown and placed it around my neck instead, like a choker.

The ancient runes carved along its blade glowed faintly in response. “No,” I breathed. The stranger slowly removed the glove. A symbol burned into their skin—inked deep, old, and alive with dim silver light. It was identical to the engraving etched into my dagger’s hilt. The symbol pulsed. Once. Twice. And the dagger in my hand answered.

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.

The La Elora emblem. Ashriel slowly opened it, revealing a Handcraft Dagger. Her eyes widened, and her lips parted in disbelief. “T-The two families’ treasure.” She whispered and felt her hand tremble upon touching it. The Theupholis and La Elora’s unity dagger symbolizes the unity between the two families and the two Great Empire. Handcraft Dagger with golden lion pommel, crown upper crossguard, eagle wings quillon, and crown insignia. The handle was covered with the same twelve jewels.

Hailey Wharton replied, “Isaiah, since you do not know about it, let’s not talk about it anymore.” “No, we should,” Isaiah said with a determined expression. “Hail, you need to tell me about this properly. Otherwise, I won’t know if I’m able to help or not.” “Then… alright.” Hailey continued, “My dad spoke of a dagger called the Ormr Dagger or something.” “Ormr!” Isaiah was stunned. “Are you talking about the dagger my father used to carve wood?”