Young Dagger Novels & Stories

With a solemn gaze, Jude handed the weapon to Sasha, their voice dripping with an ominous tone as they instructed her in the art of vengeance. "Sasha," Jude whispered, their words laden with dark intent, "take this dagger, forged in the depths of our shared rage. Let its blade be a conduit for the justice you seek. Wield it against Gilbert and his kin, for they have sown the seeds of suffering." As Sasha's trembling fingers wrapped around the hilt of the dagger, a wave of conflicting emotions washed over her. The weight of the blade felt heavy in her grasp, a symbol of the choices before her—choices that could forever alter the course of her life.

The light inside shifted - sapphire to violet to something darker, like the color of a dying flame. Nythera. I didn’t say it aloud, but the name burned through my skull like a brand. I grabbed the dagger from my belt - pure silver, the same blade that had once killed a cursebound alpha. If it could cut through darkness once, it could again. “I don’t care what you are,” I hissed. “You don’t touch her.” The gem flared, like it was laughing. I raised the dagger high and brought it down. The impact rang through the room like thunder. A blinding flash erupted from the stone, knocking me backward. The dagger flew from my grip, clattering across the floor.

She was shaking at this point, “Didn’t expect me to know that huh? That the little bride wannabe could actually want the man dead, ugh” I held the dagger I’d been using to clean my nails to her throat. “P-please…” “no, I won’t slit your throat, I think a few hours in the wine cellar should make her a little more agreeable no?” No one answered, “Oh well, please throw her in the wine cellar, and lock the door. I was there a few hours back, it really is cold down there”

All she could do was victimize her until she wouldn't be able to take it anymore, so she would pack and leave by herself. “I will make your life nothing but hell. To me, you are nothing but a cursed child.” Living with her uncle, the innocent orphan knew nothing but pain. Bowyer, her uncle, Anita, her uncle's wife and their two daughters, Anya and Vera, were her sadness designers, and they sewed a garment of sadness that fitted her perfectly and she dwelled in its realm both day and night.

I bend lower sneakily tucking the dagger in the satchel around my thigh. My fingers hook in the strings of his armor, drawing them. It falls back, showing his skin underneath. I get on my knees, palming his cock. I draw it out, licking the slit, taking it deep in my mouth. I pick a rhythm, his eyes close, his head dipping back. I get the dagger out and get on my feet licking him up to his stomach. His body loses in ecstasy, I clutch the dagger and plunge it into his heart.

The door groaned open. Inside was dark. Old weapons, money, golden items, books and other things that had any bigger value layed in this room. Netly nested on shelves. But I was looking for a red wooden box. I scan the room and finnally found it. Near the end of the wall on the right. I make few steps toward it and lifted the lid. And at the center of it lay the dagger. It wasn’t large. It didn’t need to be. The blade was dark silver, almost black, etched with lines that shimmered faintly like starlight trapped beneath the surface. Sky-metal. Really old. My breath caught.

I looked at the filthy dagger and weakly said, "It's... rusty... it'll cause infection..." The maid immediately put her hands on her hips and screeched, "Do you still think you're some delicate princess? Just giving you the knife was already a favor, and you still pick and choose! Hurry up and cut! Or else you'll get what's coming to you!" The icy despair seized me once again. I trembled as I picked up the rusty dagger, its blade dull and blunt. I gritted my teeth and, with all my strength, slashed it across my wrist!

Dagger insisted that he had walked for a while with an angry mob of humans behind him, ready to attack him when he fell to the ground due to tiredness and hunger, but yet, no one helped him. Dagger said he felt betrayed as he laid there. He was about to give up his ghost when Mr Jones Vones' grandfather found him. Mr Cayton had seen him passed out on the floor when he offered him bread and a piece of meat. The taste of food revived him back and gave him energy. Dagger said Mr Cayton asked him to follow him to his home which he did and that was where the game started. Rafe asked what he meant by game and that was when Dagger made air quotes saying he meant that was when he officially became a

a girlish voice claimed from behind me, and as I turned to detect it, the ground slid drastically from beneath my feet and my world turned upside down as the speaker was, “Judy,” I mumbled, as she thrust my father’s dagger in my stomach. She stood there upright, with a maliciously abhorrent expression on her face which I had never seen before. All her wounds had been healed mystically as she looked dynamically healthy. It was the end of the world, as the dagger sliced in, providing me with the most excruciating pain I had ever felt through my body as I stumbled backwards and fell onto the ground with a mundane finality. She dragged me through the colour of my sweat-shirt and placed me callou

I know you're worried, but I don't sense any trickery, Jai. “Jai?” Melinda pulls me out of my one-sided conversation with my wolf. “I know you probably find everything I just said hard to believe, but,” She waves her hand, and a dagger appears in a cloud of green mist. It sits suspended waist high as though it were proudly displayed on a stand, sans stand, obviously. My eyes widen upon closer inspection. “Soul Destroyer.” I gasp because never in my wildest dreams did I imagine ever seeing this dagger in real life.