A Duel With The Vampire Lord Novels & Stories

She hoped in her heart that it would not be another disappointing date like the previous one. Just as she was about to begin climbing the stairs to the entrance of the building, she came to a complete stop as a shiny black and sleek looking Motorcycle with a loud roaring sound approached and stopped in front of the front door. But it was the driver of that motorcycle, who took off his helmet to reveal this familiar gorgeous golden brown hair cut short, those intense blue eyes, and a handsome face, that kept her standing still and looking.

Danrious took his hand away from my mouth. "Help," was the only thing I could say, but he just fixed his glasses and grasped my hand. "Don't worry, you won't end up like them," Sir Daryl assured. I'm unsure what he means, but I fear them now. He licked my wrist, then sank his fangs into it without warning. I winced at the agony but didn't have the strength to fight it. They're not humans; they're bloodthirsty vampires. A tear fell from my eye, and I gazed up, seeing the plain ceiling and closing my eyes.

Even without reading it, they all get it. Miranda challenged a Duel. “To all the Children of the Night, Vampires and not, I Miranda, Queen of the Vampires, challenge the Reigning Constant, Albert Madrigal for the Sacred Duel. “If he’ll accept, the terms of the duel will follow the Sacred Rules of Night Children on the midnight of the Hunt. “If he declines, the Reign will fall to me as default. “I, Miranda, will wait on the Duel Field as indicated.” The silence could be touched in the thickness of it. No one spoke. No one even breathed. Albert paced again. Everyone was waiting for the reply. He decided to sit back on his place.

“Silas will die on this field. And your pups will be mine.” I lifted the blade and pointed it at his heart. “Then I will burn every piece of your cursed existence until there is nothing left for you to claim.” He inhaled, and the mist screamed in response. “So be it.” The fog collapsed, slamming into the ground like a storm. The battlefield vanished. Only him and me... two curses given flesh. Draco lifted his hand. “Duel to the death.” I raised mine. “Gladly.” And the world shattered into war.

“Yeah. It was too much even for him, who always managed to return our attacks without stopping. We're all werewolves anyway, so we know the common weaknesses of our races. Since then, his movements slowed down, and in the end, Jermaine gave the final blow to the nape of his neck, using the silver dagger.” After touring further into the forest at the behest of Jermaine, who mentioned the possibility that there were still Northerners hiding, Alpha Duke Kaesang and Gustaav returned to the palace grounds. It came to them as shocking news that it was all a duel, which was supposed to only happen between Jermaine and Rohan.

"Thank you for accepting my invitation. I know many of you have grievances." "Grievances?" Duke Moreau stood from his seat in the front row. He was a tall, gaunt figure, his ancient face contorted with rage. "You killed the Lord of the Blood Vault. You stole our most sacred essence. You have declared war on the entire vampire nation!" "I killed a guard dog and took what I needed. The war was your idea." Jack smiled, and it wasn't friendly. "But since you bring it up, let's talk about that essence. Haley?"

Their fangs were on full display and their eyes are burning with fire. "Ingrid, I can’t see clearly what is going on." "Both of them had received hits but prince Armand is getting full advantage of this duel since Vadim's hands are wounded." "They are vampires, aren’t they? Obviously, they will heal faster... right?" "Not with that sword..." Matei says. He didn’t look concerned but he didn't look too happy either "What’s wrong with that sword?"

"Follow me wolves, we are heading to the woods." Mr Derek said and stormed out of the office followed by Mr Damon and finally the wolves leaving only Emma in the office. "Finally, it's happening." She whispered with a smirk plastered on her lips. . . . SECLUDED AREA. A huge black wolf and a vampire were lying on the floor almost lifeless and a huge beast stood few metres away from them. "Now, I'm going to kill you first." Lord Voldemort thundered in his beastly form as he grabbed hold of Dorian neck and began draining the life outta from him.

I wanted to prove him wrong — but today, all I could do was watch. The first match began under the open sky, with an arena made of enchanted vines and silver dust. The energy in the air shimmered with power as both sides took positions. “First duel,” an elf announcer called. “Lyra Bloodworth, Vampire of Paranormal High versus Therion Vael, Fire Adept of Sylvaren!” Therion stepped forward — tall, graceful, with crimson eyes and a smirk that screamed arrogance. His hands burned with blue flame. “Try not to burn yourself, vampire,” he said smoothly.

- Yulia timidly tries to object. - No, but! Alud will rip my head off if he finds out you took part in the defense of the lair. "Good," Yulia says angrily, tossing her semi-automatic rifle on the table. Snorting again, she retired to the basement. Duk looked after her for a few seconds, and then ran to the entrance of the lair, there were already shots screaming and cursing. The werewolves were attacked by vampires from the Chimask clan, Duk ran through the spacious hall of the workshop. A fierce battle broke out at the entrance, werewolves fought with vampires. Dook stepped behind cover and took aim, the volley of shot merging with the rest of the sounds. In the thick of the battle, here an