Dracula Blade Novels & Stories

Darek’s eyes flick down to the blade, then back up to me. “You got here fast,” he says. “You should’ve been gone before I did.” “Why?” “Because you’re standing too close.” Nyxara lets out a slow breath. She lowers the knife a little more, but she doesn’t let go of it. Light flashes along the metal, and the bond shifts again. Heat flares in the center of my chest, sharp and sudden—then disappears just as fast. My eyes lock on the blade. “Where did you get that?” Nyxara doesn’t answer but the bond tightens again, just for a second. Enough to feel the strain of it. Darek follows my gaze to the knife.

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.

Azrael wields the Blade in grace, power and glory. The Blade’s gold hilt with black crystals, the luminous, silvery and steely blade with details of diamonds and golden runes looks incredibly stunning in Azrael’s hands, “After a thousand year, I think the oldest Damned title would be passed right down tonight.” she stated. Her voice is remarkably thrilling.

Draco isn't just anyone to mess around with and if word gets to him about Xander's plan, he was afraid of what might happen. "It's time to shed some blood. Go get Blade, we will need him" He said taking his stand before leaving the bar with a wine glass in his hand. With the mention of blade, Gerald knew how tough the situation would get. Blade wasn't just ordinary, he was the manufacturer of Wi-Fi, the deadliest drug he had made. Not waiting around, he got to it. *** Days rolled in turning to weeks. But unfortunately, during these past weeks Evelyn hasn't been feeling well and her condition didn't seem to be improving.

"Is this 'Blade' guy strong? What kind of person is he?" "You might not know this, but aside from the wealthy families we see in Brookbourn's surface, there's the existence of a ruler in the underworld, as well as an organization called the Draco Hall. Draco Hall's second-in-command is Blade. He's a capable fighter, and he only got to where he is now by killing people. They say that he faced more than a hundred people with only a blade in his hand, and by the end of the massacre, more than sixty of them lay dead the ground, while the others ran off because they were scared out of their wits!" Diane said with a frown.

The silver blade, a weapon specifically designed to harm vampires, began to glow faintly as it pierced his flesh. The hysterical battle cries, and the clash of magic and steel, all faded into a faint roar. Her focus narrowed solely on Lord Draven who has his splitting with pain and surprise. Lord Draven stumbled back, a hand clutching his chest. A horrified gasp escaped River’s lips while her entire blood ran cold. She could feel the blood draining from her own face. In Lord Draven’s chest was a small silver dagger protruding, its hilt clutched tightly in Leo's trembling hand.

A blade must be honed. Honed, it must be drawn. Drawn, it must taste blood. I am Lucian. I am The Blade. STERLING That bastard had gone mad! I’d never seen a fight so twisted, so unnervingly spectacular—and never a werewolf or lycan so drenched in bloodlust and violence. No… not just a werewolf or lycan. He was the most reckless, most merciless creature I’d ever laid eyes on. One hand. The son of a bitch fought from start to finish with only one hand—slaughtering every single dark spawn the magic circle had spat out.

But presently, It felt extremely uncomfortable as his green eyes peered at me, probably with the intent of undressing me. "You don't recognize the movie?" he asked, pointing at the TV, and dropping his hand almost immediately. "Uhm, I don't," I answered, knowing I haven't watched a lot of movies during my lifetime. "Really? Well, this is blade. It's basically a movie about vampires." "I hate vampires," I growled softly. "Trust me, we all do," he responded, and I grinned. A little inquiry about an Alpha with a large pack as his wouldn't hurt, or pull any painful strings. I thought, before voicing out my mind.