Blade 2 Vampire Novels & Stories

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

Just when it looked like Dante might win, when he'd backed his father against a wall and was preparing a killing strike, the vampire lord pulled something from his belt. A blade appeared in his hand, the metal gleaming with an oily substance that caught moonlight wrong. He moved faster than Dante could react and slashed across Dante's chest in one smooth motion. Dante stumbled backward and I screamed as I felt his pain explode through our bond. Not just the physical wound but something else, poison spreading through his system and attacking his hybrid nature specifically. The blade had been coated in something designed to kill hybrids, targeting the magical combination of vampire and Lycan t

humans thought we are devoid of emotions, only if they knew. Next, I opened a secret vault in the back of the closet behind piles of clothes and took out another rectangular box. I open it carefully and look at the silver dagger with contempt and disgust. It's a beautifully crafted weapon I must agree but a fatal one for humans and nocturnals alike. While a well-aimed strike can bleed the life out of a human, a mere slash can burn a vampire's skin and make them wish for death.

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.

“You are the first person to reach this part of the tower successfully. You want something from me. And it will require a lot of work. Tell me, princess Katniss. Even if you can release me, can you afford my price?” I was taken aback. I knew that Blade had a blood of a vampire, a werewolf, and a mage inside him, but I didn’t know that it would be enough for him to identify me easily. It seemed like he had already known everything to know about me with just one look. His mother was the first vampire-wolf hybrid in the history while his father was the most powerful mage in his generation. With their genes combined, they created the strongest hybrid in the world: Blade Marshall. After the death

We were not even expecting him. "During the day, the sun was scorching hot. The weak members couldn't come out to defend us. Only the bloodline Vampires came to defend our Clan and they were not enough even with their special abilities. We lost a good number of members. Both my parents were killed by Fabian. I saw him slay off their heads with my own eyes.

I was still in my wolf form, though I could barely move an inch. Vampires. The scent of their skin was like dead carcasses, rotten over a long time. That stench was unforgivable. “We have the final piece,” one of them said. “Take out his heart!” One other removed a blade from his side as he boldly approached me. My eyes caught the blade as I had flashbacks to where I had seen that particular blade before. I gasped inwardly when I realised I had seen it in one of my most recent and frequent nightmares. The blade that was used in stabbing my brother.

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.

Conner lets out a grunt but does not wake up. In a second the man goes to an old wooden table and flashes back to Conner. In his hand a silver blade. He lifts it, ready to pierce it through Conner's flesh. "I would not do that if I were you." I said, loud enough for him to hear. The man stops, the pointy end just a second away from Conner's flesh. His head snaps to me, dark beady eyes narrowed. His pale complexion is almost white as snow but I suppose it is not to be shocking when he is nothing but a vampire.

These vampires were nothing but scum, and that would be how I would treat them. “Berus, take her to the dungeon, and dispose of this witch's body, would you?” Commanded Vincent as the vampires turned to leave, their movements echoing their own belief they were greater than any other being. They left the room, almost gliding across the floor, their feet barely seeming to touch the stone. The Phantomhive’s were dangerous, more so than I had anticipated, I hadn't expected them to kill Blanche; I had hoped they would see use in her, but she wasn’t what they had wanted. I was. Yet why? Why did they want me? Yes, I was a sunlight witch, and that came with a great power, though that didn’t mean I w