A Duel With The Vampire Lord Novels & Stories

I tell him, crossing my arms and leaning back against the tree i jumped from, “I’ll be leaving the council as soon as i have everything i need and I don’t plan to leave with bloodied hands.” The Nati steps out from his hiding place and creeps forward, holding his right hip where he must have been stabbed with silver. Silver is deadly to vampires too, not just wolves. It burns them from the inside out, not a pleasant way to go. “Drink my blood so you heal, then leave.” I tell him, pushing away from the tree, “And do it quickly, my father isn’t far behind.” The red eyes widen, “You want me to drink from you?”

he interjected with amusement, "how potent a vampire becomes when they imbibe the blood of a werewolf. And I am no ordinary werewolf. I carry royal blood within me." "Now, if we wish to avoid turning this hallowed arena into a battleground, I propose a challenge. A duel to prove who is truly worthy of the throne. Draven, let us engage in a time-honored tradition among our kind: the Vladimir Bloodfang." Dexter proclaimed. The mention of the ancient ritual drew hushed whispers from the spectators, who understood the gravity of such a challenge. In vampire lore, Vladimir Bloodfang is a legendary title bestowed upon the winner of a duel between two vampires vying for the throne. It symbolizes th

Dante's POV I drove the poisoned blade through my father's heart with Sophia helping to hold him steady, both of us putting our combined strength into the strike. The blade punched through ancient bone and muscle, burying itself completely in his chest. The vampire lord's eyes widened in shock, genuine surprise replacing the confident smile he'd worn throughout the battle. He'd expected to survive this somehow, to talk his way out or use some hidden trick to escape. But there would be no escape. Not this time.

But some blood did make its way out through the mouth of the battle god. “How long has it been since I felt so refreshed? How long has it been since I last bled so? What a thrilling battle! You have fulfilled the conditions to win the duel. I concede.” Ray laughed loudly like a madman. And he was anything but sane right now, with him laughing so heartily whilst an arm was lodged deeply inside his chest. He was immortal. Although his godspark was sealed, his vitality as a god wasn’t. This meant that he was still technically immortal. So the only way for Mane to win any of their duels was to inflict a wound that would otherwise be threatening were another the recipient of the attack. And Mane

Like he believed he would walk away alive. I flexed my fingers. My claws slid out, sharp and ready. “According to tradition,” the Elder said loudly, standing between us, “this duel decides the war. No interference. No mercy. One Alpha leaves alive.” Murmurs spread through the gathered wolves. Blood Moon on one side. Crescent on the other. Maya stood behind Lucien. Her eyes were wide. Afraid and Angry. Good. That's what I wanted. Lucien nodded once. “I accept.”

"I'll do it." The old man's white eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "Excellent." "But not here. Not like this." I stepped forward, meeting his gaze. "If I am to kill him, I will do it properly. In the forest. Like a wolf." "A duel?" "A hunt." I held his stare. "He is a pureblood. I am a half-blood. Let us see who is truly stronger." The old man let out a disbelieving laugh. "You believe me foolish? You think I haven't anticipated your intentions?"

I watched them walk away, a sense of foreboding settling over me like a shroud. Just as they disappeared into the trees, Victor and a few of my pack members who were on stand by behind me, moved closer. They looked at me with concern, and I knew I had to explain. "Victor," I said, my voice heavy , "we have a duel in seven days. A fight to the death. Alpha Jack and I signed a contract." Victor's eyes widened, and for a moment, he seemed speechless. Then, he shook his head in disbelief. "Eamon, are you out of your mind? A duel to the death? This is insanity!"

he warned, pressing the blade tighter, “and her throat opens.” My muscles coiled. “Fine. Since all this is about me… let’s finish it. I challenge you to a duel. Prove you’re not a coward. Prove it!” I roared, my body trembling with rage. His eyes lit with manic delight. “A duel? Perfect. I’ve been waiting for this. You won’t leave alive.” In the werewolf duel, one of us had to die. That was the law of the duel. He shoved Amara away. She crashed into the ground with a cry. I clenched my fists, but relieved she was out of his grip.

“Oh no, not him. The orders were passed against you, Phoenix. The challenge must come from the one the crown sought to bind. The duel must be fought by you.” A heavy silence fell. My breath caught in my chest. Me? Dominic turned to them sharply. “You know her wolf hasn’t surfaced. This is calculated. You’re trying to cripple her!” “And yet you came for justice,” the vampire lord drawled. “What is more just than a duel? No politics. No scrolls. Just strength.”

We were immediately welcomed with the familiar smell of alcohol and God knows what, I scrunch my nose in disgust and pushed my way past a bunch of drunk teens, trust me it wasn't easy. Sophia squeals and quickly walked up the marble stairs to Daniel's house, which one would consider gorgeous, but mine was bigger, I'm not bragging though. I sighed and sluggishly walked up the stairs behind Sophia and Cassie. I instantly regretted why I agreed to coming as soon as I got in, I could have been home in my bean bag chair eating chocolate from my candy pot while watching my favorite series Teen Wolf. I stepped inside with Sophia following her to the bar, I see a few wolves playing beer pong and som