Novel & Cerita Dracula Blade

She let out a loud scream. “NOOO!” It echoed to the ballroom causing Anatoly to come running towards the sound. Myra moved closer to Dracon and shuddered as she assessed if the ruby blade had struck his heart or not. A puddle of blood lay on the floor and the bed around and underneath him. Anatoly let out a gasp when he saw Dracon and Elleanna both with a knife in their chests. “They missed their hearts..but without the doctor if we remove these…they will both die..”

he instructed, his voice steady but firm. His team immediately complied, scanning the surgical site with careful precision. Every vessel had to be examined, every stitch secure. Even the slightest uncontrolled bleed could turn into a catastrophe. Marcus observed as his assistants moved efficiently, scanning for leaks, ensuring that no silent danger lurked beneath the surface. The seconds stretched, but soon, the verdict was in—no active bleeding. The bypass held perfectly. It was time to close.

I snickered, waving a hand over my face. She held my shoulders tightly, not breaking eye contact. “I’m dead serious. I’ve done all the research I can in this world and i;ve never been more certain about a thing in my life than this. Blade is a werewolf and I'm his mate. They can have human mates too.”

The pack was in danger now. Dayton walked back then, holding two silver blades. They gleamed in the evening light. The edges looked sharp enough to cut through anything. “The men are ready,” he said. “All armed with silver blades. This will hurt those vampires badly.” He handed one to Damon. Damon took it, nodding. He swung it a bit to feel the balance. It looked good in his hand. Dayton stared at me next. His eyes were hard, like he was testing me. Damon watched too, arms crossed, waiting.

The red-eyed creature lunged. Darkness exploded across the battlefield. It swallowed the remains of the Trial of Two Hearts. Mountains of black mist rose into the sky. Each one took the shape of snarling beasts with glowing crimson eyes. Their roars shook the heavens. Kael tightened his grip on the silver blade. The weapon felt alive. It pulsed with every beat of his heart, like it had been waiting centuries for his touch. Beside him, Rhydian held the golden blade. The moment their shoulders brushed, both swords began to hum. Silver and gold light intertwined, forming invisible threads between them.

He was the wealthy, arrogant playboy girls would swoon around, and also the Blade family's eldest son. "Ezekiel?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Ezekiel Blade,” he said. "Why are you without your glasses, freckle face?” He always mentioned his last name like he was nothing without it. But I knew that he loved the name so much as it meant people would fear him. I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand away from his grip. “Still a bully, huh? Besides, I don't wear glasses anymore, and I'm definitely not freckle face. It's Lydia Winters,” I said, mimicking his words.

Elena said in a serious tone holding out the angel's blade and the dragon blade. “You think that can stop me? Dracarys!” Leuvis commands her dragon to burn Elena but luckily the dragon's blade absorbs the flames. “A dragon's blade now watch how effective it is.” Elena said throwing the blade straight into Leuvis's dragon's heart; Flam Tum vox tum despirium!” Elena enchants loudly. Leuvis's dragon begins to screech in pain as Leuvis watched her dragon burn from the inside out leaving Bones scattered all around.

(Harper’s POV) The angel blade glowed as I reached for it. I pulled it from the hilt on my thigh and spun, slicing the now fully lit up blade through the two vamps that were closing in on me. They barely had time to recognise that their time was up before the light left their eyes and their demon blood burnt them up from the inside.

After returning to his allotted guest house, Blade settles his mate on his bed and then at the guidance of his Cheetah, Luther, he returns to the dungeons. He stops in front of another cell and observes the six werewolf rogues within. He smirks as he says, “Who wants to get out of here?” One rogue goes to step forward but is pulled back by another as he growls, “What’s the catch?” “Just a small donation of your blood.” The rogue that spoke steps closer a smirk tugging at his thin lips,

She closed her eyes and let out a sigh, she was done. The fight had ended. Timmy Stormblood (two hundred thousand perus) had defeated Deputy Officer Eithne Short-eye (two hundred thousand perus). ... Billy Drakens reached for his swords, Gravemaker and Ritual Warblade. Opposite him was the Deputy Officer Lothar Sun. Bill Drakens was an occasional dual blade weilder, his two swords were both cursed blades. Cursed weapons were told to harbour demons within them, or at least that was what the rumors told.