Young Dagger 소설 & 이야기

If he couldn’t even take Gerald out, what kind of failure was he? With that in mind, within a split second, he was already inches away from Gerald! Revealing a dagger—that he had kept hidden up his sleeve this entire time—, Ryugu’s eyes glinted evilly as he yelled, “You should’ve died ages ago, Gerald…! Enjoy your stay in hell…!” The dagger itself was emitting a dark glow, and upon seeing that, Gerald couldn’t help but furrow his brows as he dodged the attack. From what Gerald could tell, the dagger was probably drenched in poison. With that said, a mere scratch from that thing could possibly be fatal…

Moving from the column, Zephyr’s blue eyes turned glacier blue indicating he was getting angry. “No, still nothing. Ok.” Moving the blade a centimeter into her skin, Lazarus felt Jezzebelle place her body more against him as the dagger slipped into her skin. Not enough to kill but enough to feel pain. Wincing a little bit, she refused to cry out. When Zephyr still refused to show himself out of the shadows, he pushed the dagger in an inch into her skin. Blood started to seep out of her skin as he pushed further. When she thought the pain was going to get unbearable, she felt the wind shift past her face. She was yanked out of her fathers arms and tossed to the ground the dagger no longer emb

“That dagger was a special one called Lethal-Rain. When used, it has the ability to render a vampire incapacitated.’’ My heart sank so deep in my stomach I thought it was going to melt. How was I supposed to know that a dagger which happened to be within reach was able to cause such damage? All I was trying to do was stay alive. “I should kill you right here, right now because you hurt one of my most valiant men.’’ Then do it. “I-I’m s-so-”

However, the attack did not even leave a scratch on James’ body. “It’s not working!” Yegor shouted. “Use this.” Clayton tossed a dagger in Yegorʼs direction. “The Hallbjorn!” Yegor exclaimed as he caught the dagger in his hand. “You have this?!” Yegor tightened his grip on the handle and channeled the righteous aura into the weapon. Then, he threw the dagger at James’ body forcefully. This time, an opening was made in Jamesʼ skin as the dagger stabbed into his body.

Nicholas explained with a happy face but I couldn't stop crying yet. "I didn't know it was the dagger, it wasn't intentional. The dagger was just controlling itself." I kept my eyes shut as I thought that I was sounding foolish. "The dagger belongs to the million-year-old is a pet and it has a soul of its own. It chooses its owner and once it chooses them, it will keep protecting them at all costs. Congratulations, Noelle, you have become invincible," Nicholas kept explaining, probably to convince me that I was not guilty of killing the fake Daisy.

Lost myself in the only thing that made sense in a world that had suddenly outgrown me. As the fire died out, the Alpha of the Fenrir sought comfort in the arms of the girl who had helped him ruin everything, while the Queen he had discarded dreamed of the three shards that would end his reign forever. --- [Dagger P.O.V] I didn't go far. Perched on the gargoyle three stories above the ward. Cloak wrapped tight. Mask still in place. The nosebleed had stopped but my hands still shook. Pathetic. I was Dagger. The Ghost Blade. The assassin who had killed seventeen warlords, three archmages, and a god's avatar. I didn't shake. I didn't hesitate. I didn't stand at the foot of a girl's bed leaking

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."