Young Dagger Novels & Stories

Intrigued by this mysterious girl with silver hair and ember eyes, he resolved to get to know her better. Offering her a ride was his way of extending an olive branch, an invitation into his world. At first, Aqua hesitated, politely declining his offer. But as the heavens opened up and rain began to pour down in torrents, her resolve softened, and she accepted. The moment she climbed into his truck, Damon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The old Chevy pickup may have seen better days, but to Damon, it was more than just a vehicle—it was a symbol of his roots, a connection to his past. He drove it with pride, a tribute to his uncle, who had passed away. His uncle was the only one

Laughs continued all around. I gasped in a couple of breaths as I climbed to my feet. I really wasn't happy about what I was going to do. Both my hands opened to either side. The daggers folded magically in my skin then slid up each of my arms. They looked like the ink of a tattoo that rippled up my skin and down my forearm. They folded out of my skin and into my hands. The white one appeared in my left and the dark one in my right.

I was sensing a theme to the day; I wondered, apathetically if I was going to perhaps be forced into unconsciousness too. Ignorant of my inner turmoil, Niko produced another dagger using his sleight of hand, but this one was different from his normal throwing knives. This dagger was curved like a sickle, the wicked blade shining with a gleaming amber edge. This one, this weapon could kill. And, from the way the underlord was tossing it back and forth between his hands like one might an orange, it was a blade he was very keen on using.

cleaving the horde at his front was like a child play to him even though he won't use the full extent of his skill the sharpness of this sword was great and with its black edge and small holes in the middle that designs for its great appearance A teen appeared from the back of the zombies and every time it appears ahead of zombies were sent flying. The man was Jestino using his 2 new daggers his firepower went to another league; the dagger named dark and shadow that emphasizes the skills of him, its design was almost like a cris knife but with a wider body and each of the dagger have a different distinction Another teen can be seen on the side of the large sword user. He was wearing an armgu

The pale glow casts upon the person's features. I gasp. The dagger falls to the streamlet with a small splash. It can't be. Its not possible. The angular, sharp edges. The tiny copper curls. The lean built. The tall frame. I don't hold back the cry. Cirok.

"Whatever comes after that we figure out as it comes. I can't exactly trust someone who tried to kill me” Another silence. Longer this time. Zara reached into her jacket pocket. Caelith went still instinctively but what came out was nothing threatening. A small folding knife, the kind that was more tool than weapon. Zara opened it, turned it once in her hand, and then without ceremony drew it lightly across her own palm. Caelith stared. "Old habit," Zara said flatly. "From the people who trained me. A deal made in blood holds." She looked up. "Your hand."

Soon she felt a firm material right above her ankle. She snapped open her eyes and saw him clasping that dagger sheath at her crus. She didn't know what he was trying to do but better knew than defying him. After clasping the sheath securely Ryker tucked the dagger in it. The dagger has in his name with his date of birth carved on it as: Ryker Verlice 28.09.1994

I walked behind them through the dark corridors of the cellars, stopping around a corner when they stopped in front of the metal door that once held I and Jhamal prisoners. It was only when the was pushed open that I lunged forward, I was fast, heart racing my body quicker as I rolled over between both men, my hand snatching the dagger from Jafarr’s side holster at the same time I grabbed the club from the ground, taking a successful swing against Jafarr’s skull. The old councilman fell stiffly to the ground and I sized up Ryker who had a shocked look on his face, silver eyes finding mine but I had already jumped at him, dagger in my hand plunging into his shoulder.

All that could be seen was the short weapon slashing a ray of light through the air, constricting the air as it passed. F*ck, what a piece of sh*t… Darry did not panic in the slightest at the sight of Great Elder coming close, his anger flaring up for good this time. He had actually considered sparing him, but it seemed like he had been too kind. Darryl stood right there, waiting for the dagger to come with no intention of ducking. Ha ha… Great Elder smiled to himself at the sight, nothing but excited. This mysterious elite was quite the idiot, not dodging at all. He thought he would be able to block the blow with his body, but Great Elder's dagger was welded from the strongest of metals and

What more could she possibly want with me? Good God, I just want to go home…to my new home…in peace. Jiya came so close that our chests were inches apart. She leaned in to whisper in my ear, her voice chilling, “You won that round, but you’ll lose the next. Watch how I get Valen to come.” Before I got her meaning, Jiya pulled out a silver dagger from her pants pocket and sliced a nasty gash across her own abdomen. A shrieking gasp tore from Jiya's as she folded over, and the fallen blade clattered against the concrete. Then she collapsed to the ground, making it look like I’d stabbed her.