Dracula Blade Novels & Stories

Each stab avoided my critical organs. I begged him to let me go, but he said, "Didn't you say you would always be with me, my darling?" I tried to flee when he went to the bathroom, but he caught me. He forced me to the balcony while brandishing his knife; I left a vivid trail of blood from the living room to the balcony. Underneath the moonlight, he stared at my right hand like a starved beast. Ultimately, he swung the blade at me, stabbing me in the heart. Then, he shoved me off the balcony of our apartment, which was on the 20th floor.

Demeter screamed, and vines shot out the ground at her. ‘This trick is so old. Does she know how many times I’ve played this game with Draven?’ Layla thought, and with a simple flicker of her wrist, her blade cut through the vines like they weren’t even there. “Honestly, you guys should think. If I could kill Draven, who had stolen a lot of power, do you think you’ll be hard for me?” “You killed Draven?!” Blaze’s gasped and his eyes widened. “That’s impossible! You couldn’t have possibly killed Draven. That’s a lie. If you didn’t kill him, the eye of chaos will still be on—”

He was always so pleased by her speed and ruthlessness in dispatching his elder children, that he doted on her during class. She was unrivaled in hand-to-hand, quicker and more sure-footed than her siblings. She was deadly with small blades as well, and kept one tucked in her boot at all times, just in case any of Killian's cronies took the young Lord at his word and tried to have her quietly dispatched. Not that she ever represented a true threat to either Killian or Reena, she was just as much her mother's daughter as her father's, and it was likely she would be a prey shifter rather than a predator.

The Hollow Blade waited for her there. It was no weapon forged by men, nor a simple vision birthed from fear. It was something etched into the marrow of her existence. A spectral blade with jagged, shifting edges, its body wreathed in whispers that cut deeper than steel. The voice it carried wasn’t one voice, it was many, layered, distorted, yet unified in cruelty. "You think you can wear the crown of Luna? You think your blood is strength, hybrid?" the Blade hissed, circling her in the void-space.

Luca was clawing desperately at Jonathan’s arm now, trying to break free but the vampire’s grip was absolute, and black spots were starting to appear in his vision due to lack of oxygen. “And now you’ll die like the rest of your pathetic kind,” He reached into his jacket with his free hand and pulled out a blade that looked ancient and wrong, the metal so dark it seemed to absorb the light around it, and when he held it up the edge gleamed with something oily that made Luca’s instincts scream danger. “This blade has tasted the blood of anyone who dared challenge me,” Jonathan said, bringing it closer to Luca’s chest. “Fifty-three names carved into the handle. Fifty-three who thought they wer

It glowed faintly, the markings along its edge pulsing like embers. Her hands shook violently. “What do I—” “Stab it!” I barked. “In the back. Drive it deep.” Her eyes widened, her whole body trembling. But then her jaw clenched, and she ran forward. “Move your hands!” she shouted at me. “Do it!” The blade came down, glowing crimson as it sank into the thing’s back. The creature let out a howl that made the air vibrate, so high-pitched it made Pelin clutch her ear with her free hand. Black blood sprayed, sizzling against the rug.

Only the sudden weight of steel sliding through flesh and bone, exactly where the mark burned brightest. The Luna mark broke as the blade pierced it. It was not a sound anyone could hear, but something you felt through the bond—like ice cracking beneath unbearable pressure. Kaelor’s pain tore through me so violently I almost missed my own. His shout spread across the battlefield, raw and broken, and every wolf collapsed where they stood. The light around my body shattered. The power drained from me, sinking into the earth, into the sky, into nothing. I looked down. The blade had gone straight through the mark.

This did not lower his concentration nor deter him from his course however, and it was a good thing that it hadn’t, for the blood blades that he thought he had avoided were returning to him, faster and more accurate than before! “He’s able to control them freely,” Tucker realized as he ducked to avoid the first blade and was forced to intercept the second with his sword. His eyes narrowed as he was forced back a few meters from the momentum of the strike, causing him to recognize that these blades were just as dangerous as their owner. He would have loved to avoid them all, but that was not possible. Dracula had learned from his earlier mistake, so this time the paths of the blades were mess

It was thunder ripping through my bones. Your pups do not need a god. They need their mother. Stand. The illusion shattered. Draco blinked. Just a blink. But I was already moving. I struck not with claws, not with magic, but with fury older than witches and wolves. My blade buried itself in his shoulder. He screamed. I tore downward, ripping through flesh and enchantment. Black ichor spilled from him like oil. The earth recoiled. The mist recoiled. Even the wind recoiled. Blood soaked my arms.

The vampires made a growling sound, releasing their razor-sharp fangs, and dashed towards him like a pair of snakes. He would not die by their hands. Besides, he was far stronger. Silver swiped his hand as fast as he could. A long and thin diagonal blade of water shot out of his hand. The trick was to make it dense and as thin as possible. The blade moved incredibly fast. The blade sliced vampires in half before they knew what hit them. Both of them dropped like a shack of meat, blood and insides spilling out of them. I… I just killed them.