Blade 2 Vampire Mouth Novels & Stories

The zombie's mouth was enormous. Its lips were torn apart, its jaw stretched to its absolute limit, its throat pulled wide open. That black, gaping maw was savage enough to bite Hayley's head off in a single snap. "Raarh!" Hayley's hand moved toward the long blade on her back. A flash of steel crossed her vision. The big-mouthed zombie's head flew off in one clean strike. Hayley hadn't killed it. She followed the silver-white gleam of the blade and met a pair of calm, gentle eyes.

He snatches the vamp’s head in his hands and jerks it, ripping it clean off his neck. Tate ducks a set of fangs just coming at his shoulder, and it's as if I see it happen in slow motion. He drops, but somehow tucks and rolls mid air, out of the way enough for me to jump over him, as my claws pop out and slash at the vamp’s neck. Blood soaks Tate, and me both. Blake comes in behind him with a makeshift stake, and sinks it into the vamp’s back.

The vampires made a growling sound, releasing their razor-sharp fangs, and dashed towards him like a pair of snakes. He would not die by their hands. Besides, he was far stronger. Silver swiped his hand as fast as he could. A long and thin diagonal blade of water shot out of his hand. The trick was to make it dense and as thin as possible. The blade moved incredibly fast. The blade sliced vampires in half before they knew what hit them. Both of them dropped like a shack of meat, blood and insides spilling out of them. I… I just killed them.

His blade wasn't going to make it. "RAAAAH!" The giant Vampire emit a ferocious roar mustering all the strength that remained forcing his blade to carve it's way through the creature. He felt as though he were lining up on a football field trying to force back an entire squad of linebackers alone.... The bright side, he happened to be stronger than a squad of linebackers. Though it took almost everything he had his blade finally cut through the monstrous flower. The upper half listed to the side club still hefted over head as it fell.

Marcus switched to his vampire form—a pale ash skin, visible veins poking out on the layer of his body, long fangs, pointy ears, dark eyes like midnight, a face like an animal, and longer claws. Kicking Anthony in the torso, he slashed the claws of his hands at him, slicing his throat and face, blood surging out of Anthony's wounds with pressure. Anthony bounced back and healed.

Blake notice his stare and asks, “What is the problem?” Alaric replies, “I did not know you had a tail. Are you not a vampire?” Blake starts laughing and responds, “Oh, that. Yeah, I have a tail, and gills when I am in the water. My dad is a vampire but my mum is a siren. So, my brother and I are half vampire and half siren. Does that freak you out?”

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

“I can smell your blood already; I might have to keep you alive for a while, until we can find a way out. He said, before he opens his mouth, as his fangs came out looking like snake teeth. As soon as he came down to bite my neck, I put my blade right through his fucking jaw. He Screamed in pain distracting the other vampires enough for Blaze to break one of the vamp’s necks and put his blade in the other guy’s neck. He shifted and ran towards me, I hopped on, let me stop lying I climbed on like a 90-year-old who thought she had Megan knees in her twenties and now regret it. He took off into the colorful jungle full of shit that does more the go bump in the night. Let me tell yall what I’m

I was back in my werewolf body but I saw a vampire about to pounce on me when Adrain speared him to the ground. The vampires teeth fueled with blood said some words, "Your..Highn…" before Adrain cut his head off. I could see the raw emotions in his eyes as he stared at the corpse. Adrian rushed to me and stroked my injured leg. "Go home, Lily. The grove is safe. They're outnumbered now. Go home." I blinked slowly and found myself back in the weapon room, my leg severely cut. My mom burst through the door and almost gasped,

They glinted ominously in the moonlight, deadly shards of silver light cutting through the night as he brandished them in front of him, ready to slice down anything that dared come near us. I couldn’t help but stare for a split second, marveling at the skill and ease with which he wielded his weapons, a lethal force against the rain of arrows I knew would soon follow. But something caught my eye. Where had the second blade come from? All this time, he’d only ever wielded his black sword—a singular weapon that was as much a part of him as his shadows and secrets. But here he was, clutching two blades, both with a murderous gleam that promised no mercy. The vampire was full of surprises, secre