Young Dagger Novels & Stories

He howled, head snapping back. Dre handed me a rag. “Again?” I nodded. We took turns—fists to ribs, crunching; knees to the gut, making him retch. A knife drawn slowly across his thigh—not deep enough to kill, just enough to make him scream as blood soaked his pants. “Talk,” I growled, twisting the blade just a little. Brandon gasped, sweat mixing with blood on his face. “Go to hell.” Dre laughed darkly. “We’re already there, man. You’re just the guest.”

The master officiating the match called for it to begin. Immediately Nila sprung from a ready stance into Sparrow Through The Brush, she flitted back and forth stabbing with her thin rapier. Fur blocked each stab with Falcon On The Wind, a form normally used for fighting an opponent using a sword with a single edge. He struck back with Tiger Jumps Its Prey, a huge over hand blow that Nila side-stepped. That move would have sheared her and her thin blade completely in half. Nila was wide eyed now, she was completely out classed and she knew it. The fear left her eyes again, replaced by resolve and anger. Boro's fear only increased.

He said raising the dagger about his head. Jade closed her eyes, she felt someone stirring inside her, when she opened her eyes she wasn’t in control. She felt her arm left up, and grab the dagger from Juka. It was like she was watching a movie from her mind. “What is this?” Juka said surprised. “I am the last of her darkness, I will no longer dwell in her. She is only of the light; I sever any darkness from her so you may never consumer her again.” She cut her hand, and stabbed Juka with the dagger, kicking him away from her.

I scream out. "What is it?!" Jax exclaims. "She has a silver dagger buried in her heart," Kai, the vampire, reveals with his eyes fixed on the dagger. "I can't see it. You're lying!" Jax panics, frantically searching my body for the dagger. "I'm not alone," the voice in my head repeats. The stinging pain intensifies as Jax's aggressive movements shift the position of the dagger. "Please stop moving," I plead. "How come I can't see it?!" Jax demands.

He looks like he is slipping in and out of consciousness. Anaise cups his head, trying to concentrate his attention on her "Ryker! R-Ryker please stay with me. You're bleeding a lot, why aren't you healing!?" Her hands shake violently as she inspects the injury "T-the daggers were made out of silver and laced.. With wolfsbane" he responds weakly, his eyelids closing before reopening. Anaise lets out a strangled sob, "Oh my goddess! What am I going to do!? Ryker please we have to get you back to the palace right now"

"That insignia engraved on the hilt? It belongs to the House of Luthur. My family. My mother only ever spelled one dagger and she gave it to Daisy's mother. Daisy was my neighbour... and my best friend." "When she wakes up, we'll talk," Isla cut in. "But right now, can you help her?" Lila looked from Isla to me and gave a small nod. She stepped toward Daisy and passed through what seemed to be a magical shield surrounding her. Carefully, she pulled the dagger from her chest. Daisy’s eyes flew open. She grabbed Lila's wrist, yanked the dagger from her, and threw it at me. Isla stepped in front just in time, catching it before it hit.

A beautiful handcrafted handle, perfectly polished and engraved with the pack's symbol and the family's last name in old English letters. The dagger's blade is made of pure silver. Mixed with white ash from an old ancient tree and dipped in Angel's blood. The perfect combination that will end the life of a primordial vampire. "I'm sure you took my advice and studied your stuff. You can not kill a primordial vampire with an ordinary silver dagger, a regular vampire perhaps...but it will not work on a primordial... just like the wolf bane will not work to kill a Primord wolf." He smiles at Blake and sighs.

Her forearm pressed hard against my throat, cutting off my air. Dark spots filled my vision. My hand reached for the small dagger hidden in my belt. Killian had given it to me months ago. “For emergencies,” he had said. I pulled it free and drove the blade downward, not toward her chest, but toward the hand holding me down. The dagger sank into her palm. Tanya screamed and jerked back in pain. Her grip loosened instantly. I shoved her away and scrambled toward the workbench. The Shard still pulsed there, glowing like a captured piece of moonlight.

I know that I’m getting close; I just need to see it through. Geoffroy’s sour breath hits my nose, and I want to vomit. “She’s watching, you know. Are you ready to die?” Before I can respond, a piercing pain blooms across my stomach. My body arches backward, and I grunt in pain. I look down and find a silver dagger sticking out of my stomach. I look up to see an evil smirk on his face. I should have known that he wouldn’t finish this fairly. That dagger…. His voice is light and pained.

“Get used to that. Learn it. Master it until it becomes part of you.” Lylah gazed down at the dagger with a smile, her eyes lingering on every detail. It was crafted from fine, sharp moonsteel; its hilt wrapped in black leather. It was slightly heavy, but with enough practice, she was sure it would feel light in her hand. She looked up to thank him, but he was gone—as if he had never been there. •••••••••••• {OUTSIDE THE PALACE... INN}