Blue Fangs Castlevania Novels & Stories

I met her gaze, my heart hammering in my chest at my recklessness. “Because I’ve seen the same injustices you speak of. And because I want to help you bring him down.” I replied. My answer was only a half truth as I had never suspected the King of being so malicious and crooked. If what the woman had told me was true, then the King was the most two faced lycan that I had ever come across. And that went to say a lot as I was related to the worst werewolf in the seven kingdoms by blood. For a moment, there was silence. The redhead studied me once more, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, she nodded.

I frowned as I thought it was an overkill? I dropped the ink quilt and I frowned as I imagined the stress, plus the issue of getting caught... I had an idea to contact Queen Mirabella herself. She was the queen of Weasels; the Vampire kingdom, and was also the Source's Controller. We’d fought together in the past to destroy the Lumi and King Zeke's evil great grandfather who'd been terrorizing the Dark Realm. While I couldn't say she was my best friend, we were close enough for me to request such a favor.

The group exploded in bewildered murmurs around me. "What?" With my voice barely audible above the escalating commotion, I managed to murmur. A woman emerged from the shadows as Derek turned away. When I saw her, my breath caught in my throat. Her eyes and blue hair were exactly like mine. She reminded me of a mirror, but there was cruelty in her smile that I hoped I would never see in myself. Derek said, "Everyone," and put his hand on the woman's shoulder. "This is my real mate, Angel. "The actual chosen one."

She got shades of turquoise blue, aqua blue and sea blue for the three mothers and matching shades for the outfits of their men. She got a pastel yellow for Annemarie and Amber for both Martin and Oden; for herself and Jack, she got Cobalt blue keeping with the theme for adults. Next stop was Aldrin’s; although he wasn’t there, it didn’t affect them in the slightest. Once everything was over, they returned happily, only to find a sour faced Lazarus waiting for them at the outer gate of the castle wall. “What’s wrong?” Jack knitted his brows wondering if Joan had caused trouble only to be met with a resentful mumble “Your grace, I am responsible for your security. I am meant to be your shadow

Valencia’s head collided with a sharp edge of a table and she fell unconscious. Meanwhile, the man who had turned into a werewolf was growling at him. However, something about him was unreal. He didn't have the usual brown, grey, or golden fur that he had seen the day before when they had fought the hycwens. It was blue, a stark blue that was hard to miss. Since when do werewolves have blue fur? The blue fur was hard to miss and the werewolves' eyes twinkled with an unknown rage. Even Valencia’s eyes went wide on seeing the blue fur as she was slowly stirred, getting up.

I ask, "What are the colors?" "Gold for Fae/Fairies. Brown for Lycan/Werewolf. Blue for Merpeople. Green for Witches and Warlocks. Red for Vampires. Purple for Dragons. Black for Zombies/ Ghouls/ Goblins/Demons. White for Angels. Yellow for Humans and Pink for Nephilims/Giants." Whoa, I've only read about things like this!

Just as he thought that Reinhard had lost, a flash of blue light caught in the corner of his vision. Reinhard who was still floating in the air took out his rifle, taking advantage of the momentum from receiving the hit in the chest so he could create some distance between himself and the top-tier vampire. Within the distance he felt was sufficient, Reinhardt took out his mystical rifle and pointed the tip of the gun barrel at the vampire. Bang!~ … A bullet with a flash of blue flame shot towards the top-tier vampire who was his opponent at a speed that the naked eye could barely follow.

My survival instincts took over and purple light exploded from my palm as I shoved outwards. “Ad ossa fracta!“ It slammed backwards, pulverizing bones on the tree trunk. The recoil burned my arm but I didn't flinch. Another came from the side, but Caspian was already there before I could turn around. He moved like shadows, his hand crushing the skull of the strigoi, the other ripping a throat open in a spray of blood that never touched him. His eyes burned crimson now, no longer pretending. “Stay close to me Lyra” he said without looking back.

I plunge the blade into my chest. Fire explodes through my ribs. Blood gushes hot down my stomach. Cassie shrieks, thrashing violently in Demetria’s hold. “No! No! Xeros—stop! Demetria, please—take me instead—PLEASE—” Demetria ignores her. “Good,” she sings. I grunt as I carve sideways, my chest flooding with warmth. My vision begins to blur. My breath turns wet. Cassie sags in Demetria’s grip, sobbing uncontrollably. “Xeros—Xeros—I love you—I love you—please—stop—please—”

Blow after blow, they pushed him back, inch by inch, refusing to yield to the darkness that threatened to consume them all. Suddenly, a blinding surge of energy erupted from the crystal, enveloping the entire chamber. The Ascendants felt its power surge through their veins, amplifying their abilities to unprecedented heights. The crystal recognized their unwavering resolve and lent them its strength. With renewed vigor, the Ascendants pressed forward, their combined might overwhelming Damien. They unleashed a devastating assault, their powers intertwining in a dazzling spectacle of light and elemental forces. Each strike they landed weakened Damien, his arrogance replaced with a flicker of f