Blade 2 Vampire Novels & Stories

Phoebe took advantage of those few short seconds and used the remaining strength of her life to using a dagger forged with special training to stab the Vampire's heart. It was a cowardly way, but it saved her, Phoebe reversed the situation as she sat on top of him, clutching the dagger that was stabbing into his left chest. The Vampire was in pain because he was attacked, he screamed, causing all the glass doors and glass objects in the factory to shatter, he was stunned in pain, he couldn't see Phoebe clearly but kept stabbing the wings with his claws. Her hand was slowly losing strength.

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 said. Mara moved left and Dante shifted right as we broke apart without another word. So I moved first. I closed the distance fast and came in low while the first vampire turned too late. My blade drove through his chest before he could react. He jerked once and went still as I twisted the blade free as the others snapped towards me. The second came in fast and I stepped into it. I caught his wrist and drove my knee into his side while I dragged the blade across his throat.

The thick, tangled mess of hair covers parts of his face, making him appear more menacing than he already is. He runs his hand through those tangles, letting me see his glare in full. A small dribble of blood runs down the side of his head. The wound is deep and gruesome. It looks as if it should produce more blood than it is. “You’re bleeding?” I say with a barely audible shaky whisper. “Vampire 101, love, we tend to hold blood in areas that cannot be covered up. The head, neck, and hands remain seen by human eyes; therefore, blood accumulates there to keep one looking alive.” He looks at me with those devilish eyes.

she responded. "But you shouldn't, I'm a vampire after all," he said, his face was serious. She was surprised that Blake said those words to her, telling her that he's a vampire. "But still, you needed help, Blake. You didn't have to fight alone, I'm here for you." Blake stared down at her, "But isn't you're here to kill me, in the first place? Right, Angel?" His fierce on his face changed the aura of the room.

"Do you know them?" Dante asked Dae in an emotionless tone reading papers of business. "No, I don't. " Dae answered. "The big man came to get the little one and they wanted to give me some...companion." "Fine. Do you like it, the companion?" "..." Without having an answer, Dante didn't ask more and continued to mind his own business. The little Dae looked out the window counting the raindrops. It seemed that he was enjoying more the silence.

Here are my little mate sequences and their blur: 1. Bound by Blood and Love Blur - : In a world where the supernatural and humans coexist, "Bound by Blood and Love" follows Victoria, haunted by her past, as she discovers her daughter Alisha is fated to be with a powerful vampire, Ryan. Duty separates them, but as their destinies intertwine, Victoria must reconcile her protective instincts with cosmic forces. Battles between supernatural factions loom, testing their love and resolve. As tensions rise and alliances form, Victoria faces a pivotal decision, leading to a climactic showdown. This tale of love, duty, and sacrifice explores the enduring power of family and fate in a captivating wor

Crystal thought dreamily. Damien chuckled. “I can hear your thoughts now”. “You can hear my thoughts ??”. Crystal gasped. She knew he wasn’t a human but how could he hear her thoughts now?? “I’m a vampire”. She laughed. “Oh really? So are you gonna suck my blood now?”. She teased thinking he was joking. Damien’s eyes changed color to red as his fangs came out. Crystal Almost fled away. “Oh my fucking goodness!!!”. She scream so loud as Damien quickly changed back to normal thinking he had scared her.

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.