Young Dagger Novels & Stories

His speed and his strength—Gideon had dismissed them all like they were nothing with just two damn fingers. Owen wondered who the hell Gideon was. Before Owen could recover, Gideon's fingers tightened. The dagger shattered into pieces, sending Owen stumbling backward. It was worth noting that Owen's dagger was no ordinary weapon. It was forged from deep-sea refined iron. It was incredibly durable, capable of slicing through metal as if it were mere clay. Once a prized treasure in the Black Sky Organization's vault, it had been awarded to him as a reward for flawlessly completing an S-tier mission. The dagger had claimed the lives of countless high-profile targets, leaving a trail of formidab

I said, yelling. I drew the dagger from its sheath and sliced my arm down the inside. Diana knew exactly what I was doing. She held out hers and I sliced it as well. We laid our arms on top of each other, joining our blood and letting it drip to the earth. “LET HER COME! BRING IT ON,” I said, holding up the dagger with my other hand. *Damn right! That’s my girl, that’s Godfrey’s mate talking,* Ember howled.

I quickly took it to his neck, while with my other hand, I held him firmly in place. “Alice… What is wrong with you???”, he asked. I expected fear but, alas, I saw none. Another flash, this time of anger and disappointment, coupled with sadness, crossed his face, his eyes becoming glazed with tears. The clear gemstones on the hilt of the dagger were sparkling, and the ray of sunshine hit it, making the red stone pulsate and illuminate the room into glowing, red light. He understood right at that moment, he understood that Death had come for him, death in the form of his daughter’s hand. His face was forlorn, desolate and all I could feel was tremendous sadness radiating off him. “Alice…. Why

His presence was enough. Lysander stood behind me, the dark dagger in his hand, its blade pulsing with pale blue light, awake after its long sleep. The dagger had been dark since the mountain, since the first shadow fell, but now it blazed again, as if it knew that this battle was the one it had been waiting for.

] [Replicate it. “A dagger… Mallory thought hard and long, engraving the dagger in her mind, then, she felt a sudden influx of energy condensing in her hands, forming a silvery grey light dagger. She looked at the plants, joy was engraved in her eyes. She was so focused on her achievement that she didn’t notice her eyes had changed shape and color. “I-I did it!” [Amazing!] [You killed a vampire with that punny weapon?] [Weak--] [YOU DID WELL! Just keep it up and--]

well he ain't seen nothing yet. He stumbles upon a dead body and I pull out two daggers that I had hidden in my boots. How did Dylan know I would need them? That guy is honestly goddess sent! I jump on Jake's father and land on my knees on his chest. He makes a sound but I wasn't concentrating on that enough to make out what it is. Before he can react, I stab his eyes. He let's out a cry of pain and that sounds like music to my ears. " that is for what you did to my parents! " I say while twisting the daggers. He growls in pain and the ground seems to shake by the sheer force of that growl .

He quickly took a dagger out and pointed it at Jay’s temples, grimly saying, “I hate it when people dilly-dally in front of me the most. You’re quite the mad person, you stinking brat. What’s your name? I’ll make you a tombstone beforehand.” Jay looked at him coldly. “Ben.” “If you can dodge my dagger, I’ll leave your corpse intact.” This action caused even Cole to break into a cold sweat for Jay. No one in the entire Yorks Stronghold, including the older generation’s generals, could catch the weapon thrown by his father. As soon as his voice fell, Spencer’s dagger was thrown out. He had strong wrist strength, and the launch of his dagger was incredibly fast. What was terrifying was that the

He screams in pain and stabs me even deeply, I push him away from myself and kick him off, my claws tearing his face. He staggers backwards, holding his ribs, “You still hit people's sensitive spots,” He gives me the creepiest smile I’m yet to see. I pull the dagger out of my chest, groaning a little in pain. I cracked my neck and began healing. I stare at the dagger and the tension headache returns, my fingers run over the initials on the knife. It has my name on it, this is the dagger my father gave me on my seventh birthday.

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.

The room's door creaked open slowly, but Judith stood firm, poised with her dagger raised, ready to strike at any moment. On the other side of the door, the figure seemed oblivious to her presence. As they entered, danger filled the room. The dagger emitted a faint bluish gleam as it descended swiftly, meeting its target with a dull thud. To Judith's astonishment, upon contact, it felt as though she had stabbed an iron board. No matter how much force she applied, the blade wouldn't penetrate further. She couldn't harm her assailant! "A Phantomknife elite?" Judith exclaimed, springing backward. Convinced that she faced an elite assassin, she knew a single dagger wouldn't be sufficient.