Dracula Blade: Trinity Novels & Stories

Apparently, he was seated in the shadows. “Why are you here?” She asked, suddenly wide awake. She heard a clicking sound and the bulbs came up, the unexpected brightness momentarily blinding Rosy. While she was still trying to recover from the sudden glare of the lights overhead, Sergio's got up and placed two items beside her. Her eyes now adjusted to the brilliance of the room, she looked down and saw a military knife, much like the one he had used in slashing her wrist and uncocked gun. He knows and he is here to kill me. He wants me to choose which weaon to use.

But someone would come for it. And when they did, Freya would be waiting. ****************************************** She didn’t sleep that night. Instead, she sat in the darkened temple, cloaked in silence, the room glowing with faint lunar light filtering through stained glass. Her hand rested on the hilt of the blade gifted to her by the Moon Priestess, forged with spell-bound silver and wolfbone. Kandrix had offered to guard the outer corridor. Louis and Jasper stood on opposing ends of the hallway, watching everyone who passed.

Chapter 63 A night together The drive back to BludHeaven Academy felt different—charged, intimate, like the night itself had wrapped around them. Elara kept one hand on the wheel of the big Silverado, the other resting on Nico’s thigh, fingers occasionally tracing lazy circles over the denim. The highway lights streaked past in soft gold ribbons, but inside the cab it was just the low rumble of the engine, the faint scent of cedar from the little tree air freshener, and the steady thrum of the Bloodmate Bond between them.

He crashed across the battlefield, carving a deep canyon through solid stone. Silence followed. Lucien slowly stood. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. He touched it with trembling fingers. Then stared. He was bleeding. For the first time in thousands of years... He had been wounded. His crimson eyes lifted toward Kael and Rhydian. There was no anger in them now. Only disbelief. "Impossible..." The Creator finally rose from the throne. The heavens trembled. "The Twin Blades were never meant to destroy darkness." Kael frowned. "What are they meant to do?"

"You are just a low-class rogue from the grease lines. You are making up stories because you are desperate for my mate Seth to notice you." "Shut your mouth, Trinity," I snapped, not even looking at her. "Your medical degrees from Valoria Ridge mean nothing to me." "How dare you!" Lance Adebayo bellowed, his chest puffing out as he stepped in front of Trinity to protect her. "Trinity studied under the greatest pack doctors in the northern territories. If she says his core is completely shattered, then the mutt is dead!" "Then let her check his pulse again," I said, standing up and opening my hand to reveal a dark, shimmering black pill. "Unless the great doctor is too scared to see she misse

I open my bond with her, but she speaks before I can, “I’m sorry, your Highness. I know you didn’t have a choice and there seems to be a bit of a story behind the first time you marked her as well, but you will tell me when you are ready and trust me with that sort of information…” “I don’t want you to, but for her sake, can you sedate her? I don’t know if I will be able to control myself when the next wave hits.” Trinity nods and steps back over to her bag. She pulls out a small bottle and a needle; she inserts the needle into the bottle and fills it. Once it is to where she is satisfied, she removes the needle, gives it a couple of little flicks, and a small squirt comes from the end befor

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.

The weight I'd been carrying for five years finally shared with the people who loved me anyway. "Ready?" Elara asked softly. Kael held up the ancient trinity blade. Three grooves in the handle. Three wielders required. "Together," I said. We each gripped the blade at once. Our hands are touching. The trinity bond flaring bright white between us. The weapon hummed with power. Our combined power. Not separate warriors anymore. One force. One weapon. One purpose. The beast was waiting somewhere in the darkness ahead. But we were ready now. Finally ready.

“Do you hear me, Amarok? If we go to her like this, we’ll be walking into a trap, and we’ll all pay the price.” Amarok’s rage simmered, but it didn’t abate entirely. “She’s in pain,” he said, his tone softer now, laced with anguish. “Trinity would have taken the brunt of the injury, but it was a silver blade, that’s bad, Luca. We should have sensed this with our mate but we didn't. That means the blade was ancient and a werewolf killer.” The mention of Trinity, Quinn’s wolf, hit me like a punch to the gut. The bond between wolf and host was sacred, unbreakable. If Trinity was suffering, it meant Quinn was too. And if Trinity couldn’t hold on…

– the blond heard a desperate cry and turned around sharply. The knight, trying to escape from the hands of the Zhedanians who were holding him, threw him a scabbard with a sword. Tristan grabbed them and, quickly freeing the blade, slashed at Onyx with a roundhouse. The vampire hissed in pain and staggered back, raising his black blade high. A long wound ran across his stomach, from which blood flowed. They crossed swords, looking at each other with hostile glances through the shiny steel of their weapons.