Dracula Blade Novels & Stories

"Ah!" Draven suddenly let out a crazed roar. His eyes turned crimson, and his energy surged dramatically. "Frenzy Blade! In the next second, Draven wildly swung his treasured blade, his expression twisted and terrifying. Every slash was incredibly powerful. Umbra kept retreating, her expression serious, but that was all. She showed no sign of panic. At a certain moment, she extended two fingers, a strange energy swirling at her fingertips. She pointed them forward.

He needed her blood. "Ashrak." His voice boomed in the room, stopping the young vampiress from moving. "Never knew you were in a hurry." Ashrak said, walking towards him, but just as she stepped three feet away from him, Blade dragged her towards him, making her fall onto his thighs. A small scream escaped her lips. Without giving her time to settle down fully on his thighs, he sank his canines deep into her neck, causing her to scream in an unimaginable way. But Blade never cared as he drank her blood. The more he drank, the more his hands around her waist tightened. He was going to drink the last drop of her blood, and just as quickly as he had sunk into her neck, he retracted his teeth fr

No one present—not the three bewildered thugs, nor the whimpering leader, Blade—had clearly seen the move. Skylar Vance’s hand, small and delicate, looked utterly frail, yet it had crushed the muscle and bone of Blade’s thick forearm with casual ease. The sound of splintering bone was relentless, a horrifying, staccato crack-crack-crack that merged sickeningly with Blade’s uncontrollable, animalistic shrieks. Under the weak, sputtering light bulb, the scene was an absolute nightmare.

Other people moved to help her, but I didn’t move. Blood splattered across the ground. She cried out as the vampire cut through her clothes. Then, she grunted and flipped it over, pulling a shining silver blade out of somewhere and driving it between the vampire’s eyebrows with a sharp grunt of exertion. My jaw dropped open as the vampire screeched and shook. The blade of the dagger glowed bright red as the body went still and began to disintegrate. She tucked the blade back into her holster with a grimace before looking over at Cillian.

Blade’s shoulders slumped with helplessness and grief. He knew Jake for a long time. He’d been a strong man and a skilled warrior. Few could cross paths with him and manage to do so much damage. His gasping words echoed through Blade’s mind. Vampire, he’d gasped, choking on his blood as he collapsed in the foyer. D-Droves of them. Sharp Armor. Help!

And the crystal dagger on my hand possessed the same crest. “The Balaraw is now officially the Luna’s Blade!” Edith announced and step up the podium with Hadleigh in her arms. And this time, the bitter smile on my lips and the question in my head about the dagger now has a clearer reason. With my free hand, I stretched my hand and carried my blue-eyed little man in my arms. A tear escaped from my eyes as I bent my head to touch Hadleigh’s forehead with mine. “Hence, this is what your father wanted for this thing. And to you, our child, who’ll grow filled with love and courage like a blade.”

Fighting in human form will be more advantageous than in werewolf form, which means fighting to death. Blade was lost in her thoughts, so she did not notice that Medina attacked her again. Blade has no choice but to attack her again. She was thankful that Medina did not let others intervene. However, Blade already knew she was at a disadvantage with her fight with Medina. The longer the fight gets, the more powerful Medina gets. And Blade could not see most of her attack. She had suffered a lot of injuries, making her speed and attacks dull. But Medina also got a lot of injuries from her, although her attacks were weak. Eventually, Blade's knees weakened and she knelt, Medina kicked her head

Dracula laughs and turns to Gabriel, “She is so fragile. Is this your spec, son? Little fragile girls” “Explaining it to someone who has no heart is pointless,” Gabriel says. Dracula puts on a smile and pulls out a penknife. He rubs the penknife against his lips, moving it from left to right before licking it. He looks Gabriel straight in the eyes while Rachael struggle to her feet. “In place of her father I will have you watch her die slow,” Dracula says and swiftly turns back to Rachael, throwing the penknife at her and into her thigh.

he cries. I lunge the knife into the left side of his stomach. He screams in pain. I did it again on his upper right. “Help! Mum! Dad!” Lockie screams. “Goodnight, sleep tight.” I whisper. I quickly slash his throat and leave. I head back to Dead Man’s Woods. I’ve completed my revenge for now. Until someone else crosses paths with me I’ll stay hidden. Saunders house: The front door flings open and the security lights light up. A young boy runs out covered in blood and keeps collapsing. He holds his hand to his throat and the other on his stomach.

They had never thought that this war would end in Lucas' favor with him having the upper hand. They had thought that they would have a shot against the three Rank 5 zombies, given their abilities. However, they had miscalculated something. That was the Dragon Slayer Blade that was in the hands of Lucas. That blade was terrifying as no one could defend against it whenever an attack was launched from it. Lucas waved his hands lazily at Bob. "Come here, let me kill you." Bob felt as though his soul had left his physique when he heard Lucas' words. A 'btoom' sound was heard, and Bob was seen kneeling before Lucas.