Romans & histoires Young Dagger

" I took a stride toward the pedestal before he could dispute anymore. The hum I felt before had become louder, echoing in my chest and bones. I stretched out, trembling as my fingers hovered above the dagger's hilt. As soon as I touched it, the room filled with light. I yelled out as the dagger burned like fire across my skin. Symbols lit up the walls in gold and crimson. The mark on my arm burned, sending anguish coursing through me. "Kyara!" Eric yelled, his voice distant and muted. I could not let go. The dagger's energy raced through me, filling every inch of my body and burning me from the inside out. Images flashed before my eyes: a bloodied battlefield, shadow monsters, and a bone-ca

“You can’t do this! I’ve served this pack for decades!” “You betrayed it and endangered it ” Dante said coldly. “And for that, you don't deserve to live." Jarek’s face twisted with rage, his composure snapping. “You think you’ve won?” he snarled, reaching into his tunic. My heart stopped when I saw the flash of silver in his hand. A dagger. How did he get that? The room erupted into chaos as Jarek lunged toward Dante with rage in his eyes Time seemed to slow as my instincts kicked in. I felt the familiar pull of my bloodlust rising, a dark hunger clawing its way to the surface.

"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.

Suddenly a bright light entered my eyes. “Largo!” I gasped when I saw how terrible Largo's condition was. He was still in his Lycan form. The dagger was still pierced in his chest, the dark red blood seemed to have stopped flowing. But the dark pacth of blood could be seen very clearly on his chest and body. Oh my Goddess… I swallowed hard, what do I do? I can now see black veins spreading from the wound all over his chest and neck. It's poisonous! This dagger is poisonous!

It seems you would rather we do this the hard way, isn't it? The sudden change in attitude terrified Yarden, whose eyes widened in shock and horror. How was it possible that this man could convey the most bone-chilling terror with just a single glance? Yarden shuddered, but before he could even respond, Liam sneered and threw the quintuple-edged dagger so swiftly that Yarden did not see it flying through the air. The next thing he knew, the dagger had sunk its blade deep into the flesh of his arm. An excruciating pain shot through his arm, and blood splattered everywhere. A guttural scream escaped his throat.

Dakar being one of them. His eyes turned green, and in that tiny moment of awareness and control, he willed the dagger away from her and stabbed himself in the chest. The dagger sizzled against his flesh as it drove in like raw meat in hot oil. Then he realized the very moment before his eyes closed...that it was a silver dagger.

Without wasting a single second to soothe the throb in my leg, I rained punches down on his face. But then something happened. He reached into his belt, and before I could realize what he was up to, he pulled out a dagger, stabbing it into my stomach. “No!” Angelina cried out. But he didn’t stop; he went in again and again with the dagger before shoving me off him. I fell to his side. I struggled to trap in the blood now soaking my jacket. It was a silver dagger. I could tell because I felt it. ‘I’m sorry. We failed.’ The voice in my head said as it faded away. Only now did I realize what it was. It was my wolf.

CHAPTER SIXTY SIX TYLA Point of View I lay on the floor, my body screaming in agony as Jonathan's fists rained down on me. Each blow felt like a wave of fire, burning through my skin and muscle. But even as I cried out in pain, my eyes remained fixed on the silver dagger nestled in the cup on my dresser. It was a fragile thread of hope, a reminder that I might still have a way out of this nightmare. I slowly moved towards the dresser, rolling on the floor. I hoped that I would be able to grab it and save myself from Jonathan’s wicked claws. As Jonathan's blows continued to fall, I felt my consciousness begin to slip away. My vision blurred, and my thoughts grew disjointed. But still, my gaze

He looks so peaceful–the fluttering of his eyelashes, the soft rise and fall of his chest… I can’t help but feel sick at the thought of what I’m about to do. ‘Show no mercy,’ Marigold reminds me. “Think of your daughter!’ I nod, gathering all my courage. I can do this. Every part of my plan has worked perfectly so far. Slowly, I slide the silver dagger from my sleeve, where I’d kept it hidden. The silver blade is pristine and wickedly sharp, and I shudder to think how well it’ll glide through Damien’s flesh.

It was the simplest type of dagger—one that could be bought with a few bronze coins, that Yvette had given to him. However, because it was soaked in my heartblood ten times, that ordinary dagger was gleaming in fluorescent radiance as if it was not of the mortal realm. I chuckled coolly once again, and was ready for the dagger to be plunged into my chest. But at the very next moment, my eyes abruptly widened as I watched Cain plunge the dagger into his own chest without hesitation. His face paled from pain and he started sweating over his brown, but his smile actually broadened as he murmured, "So it actually hurts so much, Crystal…"