Dracula Blade Novels & Stories

“You are the first person to reach this part of the tower successfully. You want something from me. And it will require a lot of work. Tell me, princess Katniss. Even if you can release me, can you afford my price?” I was taken aback. I knew that Blade had a blood of a vampire, a werewolf, and a mage inside him, but I didn’t know that it would be enough for him to identify me easily. It seemed like he had already known everything to know about me with just one look. His mother was the first vampire-wolf hybrid in the history while his father was the most powerful mage in his generation. With their genes combined, they created the strongest hybrid in the world: Blade Marshall. After the death

As soon as we walked inside, Draven went towards the table where a few swords and knives were prepared. "Pick your weapon," he said, pointing at the series of short, sparkling blades. I grabbed a ten-inch long tanto knife with a dark wooden handle. It was light, comfortable to move, and sharp enough to cut through werewolves' thick flesh. I raised the blade, presenting my choice to Draven, and he nodded, approving it. Then he smirked and walked to the middle of the training hall, dropping his sweatshirt along the way. "Attack me, Lilith." He grinned daringly, his arms spread and ready to welcome my charge.

Ironically made with the same materials and magic Selene's katana was made from, plus the enchantment specially performed by a great wizard friend of theirs. He remembers that dagger from the last time they had this same encounter. It's easy to say that most of the time, vampires and werewolves will heal easily and will not be left with scars; but the last time they fought, Blake had cut him across his shoulder with that same dagger, and he still had a great scar to remember him by. He slowly grabs the katana, taking advantage that everyone has their eyes on both Blake and Selene. But Tyler stops him, making him drop it on the ground.

The blade easily sliced through skin, tendons and flesh, but got stuck halfway through the ancient vampire’s unnaturally hard cervical spine. Cyrus stared at him with big, fearful eyes, gasping for air, blood pouring from his mouth and nose. “Can you see it yet?” he mocked Cyrus. “Can you see hell?” To his surprise, the other vampire responded. “Please,” he wheezed the word out. “Scared.” Leaning in, he whispered, “Now you know how Mary felt.” Twisting the blade, Declan heard the Cyrus’s bones break, and he sliced through, finally separating his head from his body.

I let myself get carried away with the music and my drunken state as if I had zero problems in life. Then suddenly eerie screams were heard. I stopped dancing and immediately turned around to see what was happening. However, I stood frozen in my tracks as I saw the same shadow whose face I could clearly see right next to me. He was holding a spear intending to stab me. I shut my eyes closed waiting for the sharp object to enter my body. I didn't know what else I could do. I wasn't thinking right. Mostly because I was still inevitably drunk. It all happened so fast. I was about to get stabbed but in a swift movement, strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me against a hard chest. The next t

The two of us continued slicing into him. ‘Ready, beauty?’ I asked her. ‘Fuck yes, stallion.’ Draxthi’s body collided with the ground. He tried to move, but he was seriously struggling. Beauty wrapped her hands around mine that were holding the blade. I pushed my aura out, holding it against him. We brought the blade over our heads before plunging it into his heart. A goddess awful noise escaped his mouth. I watched as the noise died down and eyes began to dull. A blast of power exploded from him, but I somehow kept the blade in place.

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.

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

The car shot forward, tires burning gravel, leaving the Lycan’s estate shrinking behind them like a dying star. Scarlet pressed her palms against the window, her breath fogging the glass. That growl still rang in her ears. Her wolf whimpered low in her chest, claws scraping at her ribs like it wanted out...wanted blood...wanted answers. Blade didn’t look at her. His jaw was tight, his knuckles white on the steering wheel, shoulders locked like stone. “Blade,” she said again, quieter now. “He was bleeding. He was...” “He mindlinked me,” Blade cut in sharply. “That’s all you need to know.”