A Duel With The Vampire Lord Novels & Stories

Still I tried, pulling it from the wound and taking a wobbly step towards the door. My path was immediately blocked by two others, both of whom were far taller and broader than I was. I ducked, raising the knife at the same time and aiming for their sensitive inner thighs. The word fell into slow motion as I swung the knife, and I saw through the spotted blur a familiar face, shadowed in the dim light but still clear to me. Cyrus was here, and he was watching as I failed. He was one of them. He had always been one of them. Not just a vampire, but a monster. My hope withered in my chest, a bruised, wilting flower. As the last petal fell, I shoved the knife towards the nearest vampire with all

It seemed like something was not right between yet I still couldn't believe that I couldn't definitely see the infamous vampire lord known for his escapades in killing. "I guess you've become more ancient and braver since our little duel of death" Astra admonished stepping forward to the vampire who seemed unfazed by his intimidating demeanor. "But I swear in the name of Selene, Goddess of the vampires, I shall slay you raw if you hurt a single strand of her hair" Astra stormed the words and I could feel the vampire lord tremble in fear as he retracted two steps back. Astra stepped forward to where I lay on the ground, I didn't want to look at him so my gaze remained stuck as not to meet his

He said and with a blink of an eye he shot a substance, which looks like black shards into Derek's chest near his heart. And once again every one gasped. "Balian's assemble!." He shouted . Immediately. More like ' Avengers assemble ' I shifted my gaze to Derek who was now in so much pain. I broke down. I wondered why, I'm to be like the other people in the hall, with their faces showing zero emotions. But still their next in line they should be crying. Anyways always heard that vampires are heartless. Wonder if that is true.

However, one night destroyed their beautiful image, they started becoming crazy. Alpha Broderick's father told him that someone controlled them that day. It was none other than the blood king, the noble vampire who hates werewolf to the bone. No one know the reason why, but one thing was certain, vampire and werewolves will always be enemy. By the time Alpha Broderick left his house, Delta Cluxx was already waiting for him. His looks different from before, he's now wearing the battle coat of their pack and look more stunning befitting that of a warrior.

Louis went to the bed and saw his girl still sleeping and said, "This is not my blood, I haven't cleaned it yet." Harvey gave the towel to Boss, very quickly as Boss said, there was not a scratch on this handsome face, the blood was not his. Harvey asked timidly, "Is the hunt okay?" Although he didn't know the specifics of the situation, Harvey knew that the two Vampires they were fighting were two high-ranking Vampires. The Boss may not be injured, but the people accompanying him may be injured.

He just didn’t know where she was. Greg’s tampered thoughts told him that he had entered a bad bargain with an anonymous business associate who turned out to be a vampire, and was now threatening to kill all his followers after finishing him off. This was a duel, and whoever won had the right to kill the other’s followers. He emitted a low growl as he shifted into his brown-furred animal, ready for the fight. Greg charged at Xandar, and Xandar avoided his attack, letting his cousin fall onto the ground as he yelled, “Greg! Snap out of it!”

But for every one that fell, two more surged forward. “Don’t fall back!” Kael’s voice rang out. “Hold them!” Aria fought beside him, her body moving on instinct. But these were no ordinary rogues they were faster, stronger, fueled by some ancient hunger. Then the ground trembled anew. From the shadows emerged a figure tall, robed in black, eyes gleaming crimson. A vampire lord. Aria’s breath caught. Kael stiffened. “With me.” They moved as one, cutting through the swarm. The vampire lord raised a hand shadows lashed out, striking at Kael. Aria reacted without thought, throwing up a barrier of moonlight.

The vampire king called me a mistake that shouldn't be but he didn't mention what exactly I am. Am I a monster? My vision burns with tears, the world now blurry at the edges. The only one who can answer that is my mother, yet she's gone. “Please, believe me. I don't know.” The flickering in his eyes stop as he holds mine. For a heartbeat, I thought he would slit my throat. But instead, he rip his tank top and knot it around my wounded arm. “Why then did you agree to the duel?” he asks, his fingers now caressing my scars almost tender like it can erase what just happened. “The scent of your blood can drive them crazy and you might lose your life.”

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.”

Jack, with his agility and strategic acumen, complemented the assault with swift and precise movements. In a moment of convergence, the Red Moon Pack warriors executed a final, decisive move that sealed Dylan's fate. With a synchronized strike, they incapacitated the vampire elder, rendering him defenseless against the impending judgment of his adversaries. As Dylan fell, defeated and no longer a threat, the battlefield fell into a tense silence, broken only by the heavy breaths of the victorious pack members.