Blade 2 Vampire Mouth Novels & Stories

or it? "I won't ask you again, Vamp. What. Are. You. Doing. Here?!" I couldn't believe such loud words were coming out of such a tiny body. My ears were bleeding, literally. I wiped the blood off shakily and looked up. He was in the sky somewhere.

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.

A vampire with red eyes and claws extended. I raised my arm to block, but I knew it wouldn't be enough. The vampire never reached me. A blade took it in the chest from behind. Not mine. Someone else's. The vampire staggered, snarled, tried to turn. The blade twisted. A second later, the vampire exploded into ash. Someone stepped out of the shadows. She was taller than me. Thinner. Her braids were messy, and a long white scar cut across her throat. Her eyes were lighter brown than mine — colder and more hunted.

He then went ahead and traced her arms with it as if he was carving something on her body, if it wasn’t from the slight burns it's giving her, she wouldn't feel anything at all. It appears that he is using a silver spear, truly a heartless being. One that could kill any werewolf if stabbed at their fatal parts. “Tell me, sweetheart, do you want me to stop?” he stated while playfully using the tip of the spear to raise her shirt up to her novel while leaving burned wounds wherever the spear touches. Victoria could bet that her whole body had already turned beet red from the stimulations the man is doing to her. But this is nothing, what she experienced before could not recount to this pain.

I ran my tongue through it before a sigh escaped my lips, "It's been that way for a while now. I'm just angry, I'll be fine," "There are still a few cans of blood in the fridge, I could get some for you," he said but I shook my head. "No need. I've had four before coming to the study. It will take a while but I will be fine" He continued to stare at me, not believing my words. I didn't want to say anymore about the matter but he said instead, "What you need is fresh blood. How about we go for a haunt?" He grinned. His fangs shoot out into view. I smirked, Miles will always welcome the idea of going for a haunt.

I made a minor cut on his beautiful face. “Let go,” Charles ordered. Crouching, I wave my dagger, “No can do, my dear. You are going to help me get out of here.” Eyes wide, he tried to yell, but I had closed his mouth. Then, laughing like crazy, I stand up and walking behind him. I stab him on his left shoulder blade. I could see him trying to scream. Silver was a painful weapon against vampires, as silver was to wolves. Smelling his blood, I lean and lick it. It was warm and had a sweet taste.

Atticus begins. “I am not a pup, I am thirteen!” Blake shouts, his eyes glaring at the vampire across from me. I sigh, placing a hand on the teen’s shoulder and telling him to settle down. “Okay, not a pup then.” The vampire concedes, sending me a wink and going along with Blake’s outburst. I smile, sending him a silent thankyou as Blake settles back into the seat, still glaring at the vampire who gives him a friendly smile, his fangs peaking just below his top lip.

Is a big vampire. He takes a knife out, a silver one. “Let’s see how long the mutt resists until he begs to die.” He makes cuts on my face, arms, legs, but I don't scream, even if the pain is great. “Bring the war hammer! I want to make him sing!” the big vampire orders another vampire. When they bring the war hammer, my blood draws from my face. It is made out of silver. “Smash his legs. Make him sing for us!” the other vampires beg.

Its body crumpled to the ground, lifeless. Zane moved like a whirlwind, his blade cutting through the air in a deadly arc. His weapon sliced through two vampires in one swift motion, severing limbs and heads with precision. The creatures shrieked as their bodies collapsed, their flesh turning to ash before they could even hit the ground. The wind carried the dust away, but their eerie, glowing eyes still haunted the battlefield as more vampires stepped forward, their hunger unrelenting.

EVANORA’S POV “Even if I’m a vampire?” The question left my lips before I could stop them. At my words, Blade’s eyes subtly darkened and his brows narrowed lightly in confusion. I desperately tried to search them for something, anything at all that conveyed hate or malice. However, Blade only rolled his eyes, void of emotions, and gave out a deep genuine laugh. “Well, that’s going to be a deal breaker. Cause then, I’d have to drive a stake through your heart, love.” He whispered it and although those words caused a cold shiver down my spine, it didn’t take away the sultry appeal they had.