Dracula Blade Mga Nobela at Kwento

"...we can't find anyone here Sir." One of the vampires reported. The minute Blade heard that, he moved quickly towards Juliana's father — Michael, being extremely blood-thirsty, he bent Micheal's neck and with his elongated fangs, he sapped Michael's blood, groaning with delight and satisfaction. Michael, in those moments, began to jerk uncontrollably. He kept jerking until he gave up the ghost. Juliana kept her eyes fixed on each one of them and memorized their faces as she quit watching the video, erasing it from her email.

The inability to wield the Draco Force left Adrian compromised in terms of strength. While he had faced situations where his abilities were hindered before, this instance was the most thorough—his Draco Force was utterly gone. Now, Adrian's sole reliance was on the weapons on him. However, the Divine Frost Slayer Blade and Hellblade were not compatible. The Divine Frost Slayer Blade seemed constantly poised to consume the Hellblade, yet the enigmatic Hellblade was clearly formidable. Thus, the Divine Frost Slayer Blade waited for an opportunity.

Lucy sobbed and whimpered, wriggled, and writhed in both physical and emotional pain as Dracula sucked out the blood from the dreadful wound in her neck once again for a few seconds before she gradually stopped. Then Trey’s voice was heard, saying “We’ll fade to blackout in three… two… one aaaand CUT. I love it. Anita, you okay?” Clayton pulled out his face from my neck and looked at me. He wiped tears from my face with his thumb, cupping the back of my head with the other hand. “I’m sorry, babe,” he whispered. I smiled slightly and sniffled while he pulled my hands to help sitting up, then whispered back “That’s okay, Clay,” before talking a little louder. “I’m okay, Trey. This guy’s Dracul

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

Zitrey just glared at him and went inside. Matt, seeing how far the distance between them, but she easily closed it by split of seconds, then rubbing his neck and feeling the pain, he had thought, “She was still young, yet have extra-ordinary skills and killing intent. Doesn’t feel pain. Truly a masterpiece of the Dark Moon. A perfect killing machine, that’s why they don’t want to let her go. However, if she won’t go back, those geezer thought its just best to kill her before she will turn her back and come against them. Crimson Blade is the double blade that they raised, and might come to their head. The key to annihilate those bastards Dark Moon.”

“For your birthday. After that he’ll return to school.” Blade was my younger brother. A twenty year old with very little control over his powers. Unlike me, Blade did not come out as part vampire. He was part wolf, part snake. Not just any snake, mind you. My brother was a Reinio snake. A powerful specie that could easily kill as they had little or no self-control. He was also a demigod because of our father.

"But I told him Dracula was coming. That changed things." Elena watched everything with wide eyes. Those people, or creatures, looked like they had stepped out of another era. Some carried ancient swords with silver blades, others wielded modified rifles and chains with sharpened ends. One of the rogue werewolves carried an axe almost as big as himself on his back. Vlad opened the window, and his voice cut through the night, firm, loud, and deep: "Darius!" The bald vampire raised his hand in greeting. "Darkmoor! I heard you picked a fight with the devil himself. Brought company."

Blade forgot the deer. He turned and stalked toward the new thing. The weak, wounded thing that smelled of enemy. The rage had a new target. He loomed over her, a giant of shadow and fangs. The girl looked up, her face pale with pain and terror. She didn’t scream. She just whimpered again, her voice a broken thread. “P-please… don’t… help me…” *Kill her, * Blade’s thought was a dark pulse. *She smells of them. Kill her and howl our pain to the moon.*

he said. I looked towards the entrance of the gym as Blade walked through it. Blade is a Seer and he has been with my pack since I was a pup. He isn’t a shifter but he pledged his life to my father once he became of age to do so. Before then he was under my father’s protection and now I’ve taken on that pact. He is one of my best friends. His position isn’t normal, as a Seer is usually a female. It's for that reason he is doing his own research on his background. For now he can keep his privacy on it so long as his safety or the packs’ isn’t in jeopardy. He walked over to where we were sitting with his hands in his suit pockets. “I knew I’d find you two in here. Drills weren’t enough to driv

I didn’t even breathe before the man pulled something from inside his jacket that looked like a blade, sharp enough that the weak chandelier glow caught the edge and threw it straight at me. “No!” Caleb shouted. Everything slowed. The scream ripped from Lucy. Derek’s body lunging forward. Adrian’s hand was crushing tighter around my waist, like he could shield me with his own bones. But the blade was already slashing toward me. Straight at the scar hidden under my glove. I couldn’t move and couldn’t scream. I couldn’t even do anything but stare as the silver edge came closer. And then… It didn’t hit. My wrist, my cursed, burning wrist, exploded in light.