Young Dagger 소설 & 이야기

But at the bottom, in small, precise letters, was the only line that mattered: Kaine Solstice: Amnesty Granted. "Well?" Nergal asked. He slid a small, ceremonial dagger across the table. The blade was obsidian. The handle wrapped in silver wire. "It's a death sentence," I whispered. My throat felt like it was filled with ground glass. "Only if you run," Nergal smiled. His lips pulled back over teeth that were too white. Too sharp. "Sign." I picked up the dagger. It was heavier than it looked. The weight dragged my hand down.

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 think you are flexible in using small weapons. This ebony bone dagger is made from a claw bone of a black dragon. Its sharpness could cut through the thickest of metals, and the energy left inside is could be used at an emergency.” Jared was startled at being talked to by Priestess Eva, but he instantly felt honored at being thought highly by the general’s mate. He hurriedly took the dagger and thanked Priestess Eva while bowing. He would not have stopped if General Markus did not pat his shoulder. Jared was embarrassed, but he closely held the dagger next to his chest with determination flashing in his eyes.

She was holding an ancient, black-glass dagger. “If I can't be an Elite,” Maya whispered, twisting the blade, “then there won't be a world left to rule.”

One of the daggers was obviously accompanied by the angry roars of fierce beasts, like a dragon and elephant dancing wildly. "Dragonesque Elephant's Tusk?" As he stared at this glowing dagger, Zephyr Khan's heart skipped a beat. This dagger was evidently refined by the Dragonesque Elephant's Tusk that he had obtained from the Dragonesque Elephant Graveyard last time. On both hands, daggers danced. For a moment, Ying Jiu's speed was extremely fast. In an instant, he turned into a black shadow and rushed toward the opposite side. "Ha!" The golden-haired young man also clapped his hands and gestured. A huge apparition / phantom quickly appeared in front of him.

I approached the pedestal, and there, beside the urn, was a knife I hadn’t noticed before. It was a ceremonial dagger with a shiny silver blade that had runes etched onto it. I reached for the dagger without thinking, the handle fitting perfectly in my palm. I raised my other hand, and brought the dagger down, slashing across my skin deep enough to draw blood. My blood bubbled up eagerly, dripping onto the pedestal and hissing on contact with the stone. The runes glowed brighter, almost blinding me. I didn’t even feel the pain in my hand. The dagger tumbled out of my grasp, and with both hands, I reached for the urn.

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.

"Fail to complete your mission or stray from your targets. The obsidian dagger pulsed against my ribs, nestled in my jacket. Two hundred days to choose between revenge and love.

Dragons circled overhead, their shadows slicing across the marble. Greg stood tall, shoulders squared, a longsword gleaming in his grip. His presence radiated strength honed by discipline. Jade, in contrast, carried only a jagged dagger, her weapon of choice, dripping still from the maid she had slain. She smirked, her crimson eyes glowing with a hunger for blood. “Ready to bleed, Uncle?” she taunted. Greg didn’t answer. He only raised his sword. Then Jade lunged. She was fast, too fast for human eyes. Her dagger flashed like lightning, aiming straight for his throat. Greg twisted at the last second, steel shrieking as his blade deflected hers. Sparks exploded, showering the stones. The crow