Young Dagger Novels & Stories

"I know enough." Dillon began to circle her like a vulture, his words dripping with malice. "No, you don’t. Allow me to enlighten you." He leaned in, voice lowering to a whisper that carried across the silent battlefield. "To awaken the dagger’s true power, you must stab yourself first. Let your own blood feed the blade. But the dagger is greedy… it will take and take until nothing is left. Perhaps it will sip just enough to let you swing it once before you collapse… or perhaps it will drink you dry, leaving your corpse on the ground before you ever touch me."

I didn’t hesitate. My fingers reached instinctively for the weapon strapped to my thigh. I pulled free the Soulspike dagger, its gold blade humming faintly. Nyra froze. Her eyes widened in horror. I saw it, the instant she recognized the weapon, the way fear bled into her face. Her breath hitched, her fury faltering. I slowly rose from the floor, blood trickling from my shoulder, but my grip on the dagger didn’t waver. “You know what this is, don’t you?” I said, my voice trembling with exhaustion and power. “The Soulspike dagger. One strike, and it sends a demon like you straight into the bottomless abyss.”

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

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.

He begins to head to the room Jessa and Hope are in. I change back, too injured and weak to stand but I manage to anyway. “There you are.” I hear Ryder say and I push myself harder. “I can’t wait to have you as my mate.” Ryder walks slowly towards Hope who is blocking her mother with her body, he doesn’t see me drag myself to him and stab him in the side with a silver dagger, the same dagger that was the murder weapon in my parents’ case. Ryder howls in pain and falls to the ground as I pull the dagger out and thrust it into his chest, so close to his heart. Blood splatters over my face and stains the floor. “Over my dead body.” I say and then my vision goes dark.

He instantly broke through the defense line of his enemy and showed up before his daughter in a flash. Slice, slice! Those were the delicate sounds from Ormr Dagger when it was slicing the human body. In the blink of an eye, Tyr had used the dagger to slice through three of his enemies’ necks. Blair was held firmly within Tyr’s arms the whole time. At this time, Leonel, Silver Swallow, and two members of the Jade family’s Eighteen Knights managed to react. Leonel had a swallow-headed design curved blade in his hand, and he slashed it against Tyr’s Ormr Dagger.

She handed me a small dagger, different from the one she had given Garret and Raya. "Thanks," I muttered, taking the dagger from her. With a steady hand, I pricked my thumb, allowing the blood to flow and fill the hilt of the dagger. As I watched the crimson liquid pool inside, a mix of anticipation and anxiety coursed through me. I was about to uncover secrets about my own identity, and I couldn't help but wonder how it would change everything.

His eyes stared lifelessly at the ceiling, mouth agape in a final silent gasp. Nyra’s breath hitched. She staggered closer, the distance between them shrinking until she could see the blade embedded in his ribs—her dagger. The hilt, carved from moonsteel and inlaid with starlight, glinted in the dawn’s light. Her hand went to her side, and she realized with horror that she still held the weapon. “No…” she whispered, dropping to her knees. Her hands shook as she reached for the dagger, but she couldn’t look away from the scene. Lord Calder’s blood pooled around her boots, soaking into the runes etched into the marble.

She stood straight, her hands curled over her waist, panting heavily for a few moments. “Ahm.” Julia writhed on the floor, gasping for breath. “What are you still waiting for?!” Olivia yelled. Anticipating Olivia’s next move. Julia struggled and lifted her body from the ground. She got on her knees first, wincing in pain, then clutched her lower abdomen for support, forcing herself upright. Olivia raised her foot, aiming for Julia’s abdomen again, but Julia dodged it, causing her to stumble. She caught herself against the wall, her eyes locking onto Julia’s with a menacing glare.