Dracula Blade Novels & Stories

Seven Alphas gathered around the table myself, Killian, Damon, my uncle Darius, and the three other leaders of the freed packs. "The weapon is real," Damon said, spreading out ancient texts he'd recovered. "The Moonblade. Forged a thousand years ago specifically to kill the first Lycan. It was used once, supposedly destroyed him, but he survived somehow. Went underground. Built his empire in secret." "If it didn't work the first time, why would it work now?" one of the other Alphas asked. "Because they didn't finish the ritual. Didn't complete the binding that would make the death permanent." Damon pointed to a passage in the text. "But if we can find the blade, if we can perform the ritual

He told him. "Ohh now it makes sense. Enzo must have put me under a spell that I forgot everything. Saint put me asleep. And in the morning when I was scared, Zee calmed me down. And wait, Max can read minds. Oh no. Am dead. Oh god". He held his head and Stephen laughed. "And what power do you have"? "Well as a vampire we have the power of lightning speed. But Blaze is different. Being Alpha, Blaze has the power to heal. Himself and others too. Even if someone has a fatal wound, Blaze can heal it quickly". He explained and Callum felt his eyes can’t be wide anymore.

3RD PERSON Everyone is holding their breath while waiting for the duel between Black Dragon and Hercules to start. They seems to be trying to gauge each other’s skill on the sword. Hercules is using a longsword and JD is using a katana. Who will dominate the duel? Everyone is waiting to witness it. Finally, Hercules raised his sword and attacks JD in full force. JD just lightly flicks his katana towards his longsword and deflects the attack. “Is that your best?” JD asks Hercules who is already starting to get annoyed.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

“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

“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.”

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.

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

“Now tell us where Lucious is. We need to end this. We need justice for everyone he’s hurt — including you.” “So I was working with him…” Blade whispered. “The man who killed my mom and my mate…” His voice shattered. Julius stepped forward. “He manipulated you. That’s what he does.” Blade let out a hollow laugh. “He promised me something,” he said. “What?” I asked. Blade stared at the floor for a long moment, then spoke in a flat, empty voice. “He promised me an antidote. He said he would save Doris and make her mine.”

I let out a breath I had not realized I was holding. But if he was not here for that, what did he come here for? “I want you to get a blade for me” he continued, overlooking the balcony and the stables below from a distance with his eyes. When I still remained silent, he carried on “the vendor must not know you’re from the castle or have any connections with us. All you’re permitted to say is that you need an enchanted blade for protection. There’s a chance he would bring out the specific blade I seek with the rest of his collection. You would purchase the blade and return to the castle. If the blade is not among the pile he displays to you, press further and if he does not give in, purchase