Dracula Blade Novels & Stories

Within a second, it appeared that the rogue vamp was holding Drake. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Zac yelled in Drake's perfect baritone voice. The rogue vamp holding him was so stunned that he released him, and immediately took a step back, his eyes wide. "What the hell?" That was all the time I needed. Immediately, I grabbed one of my throwing stars from my belt buckle and hit the rogue vamp right between the eyes and he fell back instantly. In a flash, Zac grabbed Annie's Ballistics knife and beheaded the vamp without a second thought. Instantly, I wheeled around, and within the flutter of a butterfly's wing, I pulled my Ballistics knife from my boot and turned to shove it in

Draven picked up my blade, testing its weight before pressing the hilt into my palm. "Fight beside me," he said. "Show them your choice." Heat flushed my cheeks, not just from the words but from the primal pull he exuded, unbound and raw. I gripped the blade tight, nodding once. It was a ploy, a way to survive the night and find my opening. But deep down, a spark ignited, curious about the power he offered. The first snarls broke through the camp's edge, followed by yelps of pain. Rebels shouted, shifting in a ripple of fur and muscle. Draven's form blurred as he changed, becoming a massive black wolf with violet eyes that locked on me before he bounded toward the fray.

“She’s locked in a container on my dock. If I have to pull the trigger, I’ll have my men drop her in the ocean —ALIVE.” Rocco’s grip wavered as he took the gun. His fingers trembled, nearly dropping it. Mr Blade stepped toward Rocco, gripping his cane. He pulled off the rubber tip at the bottom—revealing a sharp blade. With a brutal thrust, he stabbed Rocco’s foot. Rocco screamed. Mr Blade twisted the blade deeper. "I pull it out; it goes in your back next. Stop wasting my time." Rocco sobbed. Dontrell’s voice cut through, counting. "One. Two—"

As I moved after her, I watched Moira grab Valda and went to throw her out of her way like she was nothing. Valda was able to bring up a dagger and stab her with a blade made of twisted silver wrapped around wood. It could kill or wound any vampire or werewolf if it hits the right mark. It was a deadly weapon in the hands of an assassin. With the blade sticking out of the top of Moira's chest she screamed in agony before throwing Valda to the side. Valda hit her head against the stone wall before falling to the ground while groaning. Moira slowed down before looking at the blade to pull it out of herself. At the sight of where the blade was, her delicate white flash was turning to an ash-gra

The blade was jagged, pitch black, and it gave off a faint, eerie glow even in the picture, like it absolutely wasn’t just metal but something alive somehow. My fingers intensely tightened around the phone. “What exactly is that thing?” I asked, my voice severely shaking. My eyes intensely flicked from the horrifying image to Stan, desperately looking for a hint that this was just some sick, awful joke he was playing. His voice dropped lower, urgent and desperate now. “It’s clearly called the Wolfblood Killer blade. That specific blade can truly kill any werewolf, even the strongest one. I personally saw Enzo’s mom openly give it to Dean. If that terrible knife simply goes through Enzo’s che

"...we can't find anyone here Sir." One of the vampires reported. The minute Blade heard that, he moved quickly towards Juliana's father — Michael, being extremely blood-thirsty, he bent Micheal's neck and with his elongated fangs, he sapped Michael's blood, groaning with delight and satisfaction. Michael, in those moments, began to jerk uncontrollably. He kept jerking until he gave up the ghost. Juliana kept her eyes fixed on each one of them and memorized their faces as she quit watching the video, erasing it from her email.

The inability to wield the Draco Force left Adrian compromised in terms of strength. While he had faced situations where his abilities were hindered before, this instance was the most thorough—his Draco Force was utterly gone. Now, Adrian's sole reliance was on the weapons on him. However, the Divine Frost Slayer Blade and Hellblade were not compatible. The Divine Frost Slayer Blade seemed constantly poised to consume the Hellblade, yet the enigmatic Hellblade was clearly formidable. Thus, the Divine Frost Slayer Blade waited for an opportunity.

Harry said in a corrective tone. "Fine, but that's not the point. Blade is back to Haven and I know that his performance at the party was just a tip of the iceberg." Dexter said, sweating profusely. "Is that why you've got yourself all worked up?" Harry asked, looking confused. "Isn't that enough reason?" "No, it isn't." Harry said. "You're an Alpha. If you can't take care of Blade, then we are all vulnerable. The whole pack and Haven itself is relying on you, you can't be here killing yourself before you even confront Blade."

I asked with interest. "Ah..." he touched his chin as if he is thinking. “Ah! Their power is Ill—” what he said was cut off by an explosion causing us to turn to the source of that explosion. My eyes widened when I saw five vampires with black eyes. Dervy. They are outside the shield and trying to break the shield with their dark magic. "Let the hunting begin," Adrian said happily then grinned and quickly ran towards the Dervy group. Their father also followed him.

The silver blade drove straight through his palm, the tip stopping an inch from my skin. He didn't make a sound. Not a hiss, not a breath. The traitor's face did something complicated. It was the shock of seeing an eight-hundred-year-old vampire take a silver blade through the flesh for someone else without a second of hesitation. Lucian looked at her, his eyes dead and empty. She dropped the hilt and ran.