Dracula Blade Novels & Stories

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.

'Why are there so many people out there that don’t appreciate their lives? "Swoosh!" A glint of light was seen, and the Dragon Slaying Saber was swung. "Ching!" The Dragon Slaying Saber clashed with the epee of the Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsman, and the latter was smashed into pieces. What!!! The Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsman was appalled. He had not thought that Lucas owned such a terrifying blade. He took another glimpse at the blade in Lucas' hands and saw that it was giving off a cold light. Furthermore, the blade had a five-clawed bloody dragon engraved on it. It was as though the roar of a dragon could be heard whenever the blade was swung.

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.

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

Her hands fumbled in the corner, the sound of zippers and clattering makeup spilling onto the floor. “I—I can’t find it!” she stammered. The shadow creature twisted under me, throwing its weight. My grip slipped, claws raking down my ribs. Pain flared white and hot. “You’ll find it now,” I snapped, forcing its head against the rug. “Or she dies!” That jolted her. Pelin scrambled to her bag, yanking the red crescent blade free. It glowed faintly, the markings along its edge pulsing like embers.