Young Dagger Romane & Geschichten

Vanya’s eyes widen, and she starts bawling even louder. “Please, Alpha Kai! Anything but that wretched thing! Please, torture me daily, rip out my heart or permit me to atone with the Blood Eagle! Just please….anything ANYTHING BUT THAT DAGGER!” She sobs, looking at the obsidian thrown together dagger in Kai’s hand. That fucking Nephilim dagger - I had to pretend all was well as I sat with it in the SUV. That thing…is fucking death incarnate. My brother smirks and shakes his head. “As I said; atone for your sins in death, Vanya-”

I sat up gingerly, weeping in relief. On my knees with my arms extended, I groped for the door. My knee touched something cold. I shrank back and directed my gaze downwards. Dante lay there with his throat slit, his eyes open in a fixed stare. Yelling and cursing, I scooted backward. Another figure I recognized as myself materialized out of the shadows. It held my silver dagger and stared down at something on the floor.

"That sword's too heavy. You take this. Light. Fast. Angle's different when you're going for lungs instead of heart. Blade goes up, extra half-inch of tilt. Don't use it backwards." I picked up the dagger. The leather was still warm from his palm, the weight of it settling into my grip like it belonged there. I slipped it into the sheath on my right side, opposite the scalpel. "Give me the egg. The burnt one." His mouth split into a rough grin. He forked the charred egg onto my plate and swallowed the raw one himself in a single, wet gulp. His amber eyes narrowed in the morning light, that deep, feral gold pulsing in the depths of his pupils.

I didn’t back away. Instead, I pulled out the silver dagger Jessica made for me. It gleamed coldly in my hand. The moment I felt its weight, something in me steadied. “Come on,” I muttered under my breath. As it leapt, I sidestepped and drove the dagger straight into its throat. The blade slid through flesh like it was made for this exact purpose. The silver hissed the moment it touched blood, burning through it. The smell of scorched flesh filled the air.

Hello, we are looking for a dagger. "Oh, I got you." He said it too excitedly for my liking. "What kind? We got the Crescent Fang, the Widow's Bite, and even a replica of the King's Slayer," Big John said, motioning toward a display wall glimmering with deadly steel. Landen stepped up, holding out the picture of Max's dagger. "We're looking for this one." Big John's grin faltered. Thankfully, because I was starting to get a migraine from just his smile.

His men had done quite an impressive job on their victim. Leaning forward, a sharp tool flashed in his tattooed hands as he spoke ...his personal favourite weapon. A double blade dagger with his initials engraved on its side "This is what we're going to continue doing, for every wrong answer you give I'll rip off one of your body parts ...there's plenty you don't need to be alive" he paused, to see the desired effect of his words on the man.

like a slick Nobunaga they're here for money and kills but I'm here for the latter I'm just here to have fun you can call me double dagger compared to my skills you all are quite shallow cause within my presence is where death hallows I'm bout to beat a kid and torture him till he's gallowed and all I've got to do is chase the white shadow ***** I know that I fucked up but that's not the problem these guys are too slow I can easily get away from them I know on it's weighing on you readers like how did this start so let me explain to you how I got on this path at first I was born later there was a storm of people trying to kill me all as if they had sworn they chased me day and night under th

I swiftly brought out a glittering dagger which had a dragon logo inscribed on the blade. He gasped out in shock as he stared at the dagger with me. I'm sure he would be shocked and scared right now. "Dragon Lee dagger,"he shuddered in fear, and I smiled in satisfaction. This is the only weapon that is capable of killing him. He stepped backward in fear, and I walked closer to him caressing the edge of the dagger blade. "Let just end this all,"I muttered as I pushed the dagger into his body from the pack. He coughed out blood and dropped weakly on the floor.

“You can’t—please—you can’t kill me. I’m carrying your baby.” The dagger trembles in his hand. For a second, I think he’ll drop it. Then his expression hardens, cold and familiar. “Jade,” I cry again, reaching for him. “Please, don’t—” The sound of his footsteps echoes closer. The air turns heavy. I try to move, but my legs won’t work. My chest tightens as he lifts the dagger higher. “Don’t—” The blade flashes down— I scream as my eyes snap open and I scramble up.

"And Diana is mine. Always will be." Alden and his brothers could do nothing but watch as another man touched their mate. They couldn't attack because Jasper would kill Diana in a heartbeat. He was that cruel. "I'll kill you for this." Asher growled. "I swear I'll kill you." Jasper ignored them and brought out the dagger he would stab into Diana's chest. The dagger was made for him by dark witches, just like the liquid he used in sustaining himself. It was that dagger he would use to suck out her powers and put it into himself.