Blue Fangs Castlevania Novels & Stories

POV: Amara Kings The vampire's scream cut through the air as my blue fire accidentally touched him. "Stop!" I yanked my power back, but it was too late. Lord Castellane, one of the Council of Shadows' members, was on his knees, clutching his chest like someone had stabbed him. "What did you do to me?" he gasped, his red eyes wide with fear. I stared at my hands in horror. The blue sparks were still dancing around my fingers, but now they looked different. Darker. More dangerous.

Each lethal arc of his blade cleaved through the ranks of their adversaries, the clamor of steel against steel intermingling with the anguished cries of those who dared stand against him. His piercing blue eyes seemed to hold the depths of the ocean, shimmering with an intensity that commanded attention and reverence. "We are close King Van Helsing, we should shift now, the angel is just up ahead!" His second in command spoke driving a spear into his enemy's heart. He was a large man with blonde hair that towered over everyone on the battlefield.

Then there was a warlock in line ahead of me. He tried to strike me with his worthless, non-harmful spells, but before I could tackle him, Cindy took the lead and twirled her finger, causing a blue burst of light to pierce his body and kill him. She grinned at me before returning to battle with other vampires, whom I recognized as my father's servants.

“Good night, Carol. You too, Lucas. Go puke all you want.” Shaking his head, Alex bid his aunt good night and headed to his room with his boyfriend by his side. “Why do you seriously not want to tell me?” Seb folded his arms as he watched Alex shut his door. “Why did you say your name was Blue?” “Aren’t you sleepy?” Alex asked in response. “You should get some rest.” “You’re right,” Seb nodded then walked towards him, immediately lifting him bridal style as they were few inches away from each other. “We should rest.”

I swallowed nervously and paused as he began writing on the document. "Faelon's mother is a hybrid. Do you know Raven Volkov?" He inquired curiously and I shrugged. "I know a Zurac Volkov from the blood wars,'' I replied and Lucifer nodded telling me that Zurac was Faelon's grandfather and my eyes widened. Zurac had a fire wolf but that didn't explain Faelon's odd gifts. So I asked curiously, "How does Faelon have wings and blue bolts instead of flames?" Lucifer chuckled looking at Kasin.

After quite a few moves Nezeira, along with a witty fighting tactic managed to slice off the beasts head. Yihan, stood like a statue, his heart thumped against his chest at a dangerous speed. His eyes were glued to this woman, or vampire. He thought to himself, “So it was you. I saw you back then. But, the eyes? How are they blue? ……….who are you?” Security men poured in swiftly and surrounded Nezeira. She sheathed away her sword, went up to the in-charge and showed the royal i-card. Then she spoke,

I wouldn't let that happen now. My whole body morphed into my vampire self. My eyes turned into a bright glowing red colour. My canines sharpened and my nails grew longer. I whipped my head towards Maya one last time to make sure she was safe before bolting down with the sole purpose to attack that damn creature. The wind rushed through me, my feet dug on the dirt as I was skillfully making my way through the thick trees. His pestering odour grew stronger and stronger meaning I was getting closer.

Her mate called out, “Don’t forget the dead ones.” She turned and smiled sadistically, showing off her silver fangs. “Oh, how could I forget? Rogues!” She started to command. “Jump in the fire and burn.” She unleashed a powerful aura, one that forced the three alphas to look down and away without so much as a word. As she turned, her mate ran over to her and grabbed her hand, rubbing the stench of that other alpha off of her. As the screams of the dying filled the air the SilverFang Pack marched out of the Blue Cresent Pack and back towards home.

*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh's POV* --- "They're blue," I told my mate as I kept staring at her eyes, and I never thought that I would be seeing them in this color again. I missed them. I missed staring at her electric blue eyes. "What do you mean blue, Blair?" She asked, wearing a puzzled face, and I smiled as I silently wished to be in my vampire form.

She saw Lucia convulsing and her face went white. She fought harder, tearing through vampires with brutal efficiency. But there were too many. One got past her defenses, grabbing me. "Got the baby!" he yelled triumphantly. Lucia's eyes opened. They weren't amber anymore. They were glowing pure white. And then my three-month-old daughter unleashed hell.