Novel & Cerita Dracula Blade

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.

When Blade saw Severin coming down the stairs with Diane in his arms, he immediately stepped forward and asked concernedly, "Mister Severin, is your woman all right? Just saw the word and I'll make sure these people won't live to see the sunrise tomorrow!" Severin smiled faintly. "Thank you for the gesture. My wife is fine, but I'm just curious why you were willing to help me?" Blade grinned sheepishly, and came up with a random excuse: "Well, the main reason is that Draco Hall has beef with the Cedar Gang." "I don't think it's that simple," Severin remarked pointedly.

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.

“Normally I wait a few hours until we get to the main event during my tortures. But I promised my new wife I’d be quick, so looks like we’ll be getting to the good part right away.” He moved closer to them, standing over them. He tapped the back of his knife against his hand, staring at the two struggling men, both pale with bloodied torsos. “Okay, I guess a little foreplay is necessary.” He squatted down, and before anyone could process his words, he shoved the knife into one of their chests and dragged it down the length of his torso while the man screamed in agony, more blood spilling out of the tearing in his chest. Blake laughed in a sick way and then turned to the other man, doing the

With extreme fear, Delilah shook her head vigorously as she pleaded, "Tristan, it's me, Lila! What are you…" A scream echoed through the air as he slapped her harshly across the face. He inserted the dagger between her thighs, his tone frosty as he asked, "Was this what you did to my child?" With each word Tristan spoke, his voice grew quieter. Soon, all that could be heard were Delilah's faint gasps. The live stream flickered with static, but the ban still hadn't been enforced. I felt a chill down my spine as I met his eyes on-screen.

“Was it Linda? Or Draven? Seems a little too convenient that the only child of Donald and Crystal ends up murdered—and now we know who stood to benefit.” Alder didn’t move. I crouched in front of him, looking him square in the eyes. “Was it Draven?” I asked. “Did he bribe you to kill Amira?” Still, silence. I exhaled, drew out the blade from my belt. It was small, sleek, and curved—polished silver with a bone hilt. The edge glimmered faintly in the torchlight. Alder flinched. I leaned in, my voice low and laced with steel. “Do you know how easy it is to pluck a man’s eyes out with a blade like this? You don’t even have to dig. Just a little pressure and a twist.”

Henry's POV I closed my eyes shut as I anticipated that painful moment when my head would fly off my neck but then... “Unhand him," I heard a voice say causing the men to stop. I opened my eyes and I saw the men looking all scared and afraid. What is causing them to act this way? My eyes slowly landed on the man who had spoken and my eyes dilated in shock. Victor Blade! The most notorious and dangerous assassin ever, who is known for hunting fellow werewolves and other supernatural creatures like vampires and witches. What is he doing here? Is he perhaps the same assassin at the alley? Is he also after the bounty??!

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

Drake asked, his tone annoyingly worrisome. “ Nope, it will not.” “What? Why though?” “ I still need Diane right now, she is strong and reliable and unlike Kiara she never had those weird dreams, that I'm certainly sure of, and I would need her in my plan against the blades to fully destroy them.” I took another sip of my wine and I chuckled as I could tell Drake was already getting anxious with my words, “And then after she helped me complete my plan in destroying the blades, then I will get rid of her.”