Young Dagger Novels & Stories

“You can’t do this! I’ve served this pack for decades!” “You betrayed it and endangered it ” Dante said coldly. “And for that, you don't deserve to live." Jarek’s face twisted with rage, his composure snapping. “You think you’ve won?” he snarled, reaching into his tunic. My heart stopped when I saw the flash of silver in his hand. A dagger. How did he get that? The room erupted into chaos as Jarek lunged toward Dante with rage in his eyes Time seemed to slow as my instincts kicked in. I felt the familiar pull of my bloodlust rising, a dark hunger clawing its way to the surface.

Suddenly a bright light entered my eyes. “Largo!” I gasped when I saw how terrible Largo's condition was. He was still in his Lycan form. The dagger was still pierced in his chest, the dark red blood seemed to have stopped flowing. But the dark pacth of blood could be seen very clearly on his chest and body. Oh my Goddess… I swallowed hard, what do I do? I can now see black veins spreading from the wound all over his chest and neck. It's poisonous! This dagger is poisonous!

Dakar being one of them. His eyes turned green, and in that tiny moment of awareness and control, he willed the dagger away from her and stabbed himself in the chest. The dagger sizzled against his flesh as it drove in like raw meat in hot oil. Then he realized the very moment before his eyes closed...that it was a silver dagger.

Without wasting a single second to soothe the throb in my leg, I rained punches down on his face. But then something happened. He reached into his belt, and before I could realize what he was up to, he pulled out a dagger, stabbing it into my stomach. “No!” Angelina cried out. But he didn’t stop; he went in again and again with the dagger before shoving me off him. I fell to his side. I struggled to trap in the blood now soaking my jacket. It was a silver dagger. I could tell because I felt it. ‘I’m sorry. We failed.’ The voice in my head said as it faded away. Only now did I realize what it was. It was my wolf.

It was the simplest type of dagger—one that could be bought with a few bronze coins, that Yvette had given to him. However, because it was soaked in my heartblood ten times, that ordinary dagger was gleaming in fluorescent radiance as if it was not of the mortal realm. I chuckled coolly once again, and was ready for the dagger to be plunged into my chest. But at the very next moment, my eyes abruptly widened as I watched Cain plunge the dagger into his own chest without hesitation. His face paled from pain and he started sweating over his brown, but his smile actually broadened as he murmured, "So it actually hurts so much, Crystal…"

His racing heartbeat told me that he was more than just a little furious right now. “And you are?” Aiden asked, clearly challenging Dante. The man was dumb enough to be speaking to him in such a tone let alone challenging him. Dante was literally three times the man’s size, and needless to say, he didn’t even know that he was a wolf, and even in human form, Dante could easily crush the man’s head in seconds. “The fuck date that knocked her up” Dante said, catching Aiden of guard. Jade’s eyes widened in surprise, and putting a hand on her stomach, she looked between the two of us “Dante D’Angelo”

Her mother stood next to her, the elderly woman in tears over the loss of her hobby, her passion, her job. "Good play, Margaret," Drake scoffed and took a sip of his coffee. Something wasn't right about the fire, but then again the owner of Judy's bakery never seemed to be on the up and up. Having lived the life of a villain for far too long, he knew one when he saw one. He pressed his finger over the pretty woman's face and rubbed it. "You, my dear, are most certainly a villain."

" I took a stride toward the pedestal before he could dispute anymore. The hum I felt before had become louder, echoing in my chest and bones. I stretched out, trembling as my fingers hovered above the dagger's hilt. As soon as I touched it, the room filled with light. I yelled out as the dagger burned like fire across my skin. Symbols lit up the walls in gold and crimson. The mark on my arm burned, sending anguish coursing through me. "Kyara!" Eric yelled, his voice distant and muted. I could not let go. The dagger's energy raced through me, filling every inch of my body and burning me from the inside out. Images flashed before my eyes: a bloodied battlefield, shadow monsters, and a bone-ca

With Rachel being pregnant, they probably wouldn't wait to cut open my stomach to kill the fetus in my stomach. Despair and fear filled me. Tears welled up in my eyes, looking at Lyord. "Please, Lyord... don't kill me...." Lyord looked at me expressionlessly, his gaze unreadable. In his hand, gleaming under the lamplight, was clasped a small, elegant dagger with algae made of white bone and a coldly gleaming blade. The sharpness felt like a real threat. I held my breath; my heart seemed to stop staring at the man I loved so much.

“Shorter.” A dagger. The word hangs unspoken in the air. “What kind of dagger?” Aven asks. Sybil’s brow furrows as the image sharpens in her mind. “Old,” she says slowly. “Very old. The metal is dark. The edge is chipped in places from its use.” Her eyes flicker. “..but it’s sharper than any blade I’ve ever felt.” I glance at Luther. He whistles quietly. “Sounds friendly.” Sybil’s expression doesn’t change.