Dracula Blade: Trinity Novels & Stories

She shook her head in response to Blade’s questioning stare and tightened her lips to show how much she disapproved of it. I was left confused as to why Blade was requiring the old lady’s permission to reveal whatever was bothering him to me. I placed my other hand on our intertwined hands. “Please tell me, I am tired of being left in the dark. You just asked me to trust you and I do, why can’t you trust me?” His eyes met mine again and he leaned down to kiss my palm. “I trust you.” “Then tell me.” The old lady was seething inwards but Blade ignored her. “I have a condition.” He began. “I… I am somehow cursed.”

We ran at top speed towards the fight, dodging and ducking the impending strikes until we finally saw Jackson he was in the middle of the fight, face to face with a blood sucking vampire. There was something familiar about the blood sucker, but I was too busy trying to get to Jackson to care. I felt a sharp pain in my side as I fell to the ground, I was too focused on Jackson to notice I had been stabbed. I looked around to see my attacker only to be face to face with Trinity. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!!" I screamed at her

The gleaming blade of his dagger serves as a versatile tool for close-quarters combat or precise underwater tasks. Following closely behind Hunter, Tritan assumes the position of the lead, his gaze fixed on the path before them. Attached to his pack is his trident, a large and long gold and silver three-pronged ornate weapon. The intricate engravings on the trident's prongs shimmer in the light shining down from the morning Tritainian skies, symbolizing Tritan's authority and power. Its formidable presence serves as a reminder of his role as a prince and protector.

Then, I broke into the clearing just as a vampire started to run. Mark shot him in the shoulder as I realized that the figure hunched over the body on the ground was Trinity. She moved like an animal, her face in the man’s neck, drinking until the body started to turn into ashes. She sat up and took a deep breath as she looked up at the moon. Blood was smeared across her face. She looked dazed and lost, just staring into the moon.

He screamed Anastasia's name as he continued fighting off the Forbidden but it seemed like the more he was fighting them off the more they were increasing. He continued fighting them off until he saw Anastasia walking towards him. He was so delighted to see that she was okay that he hadn't realized on time that the Forbidden seemed to be crying for a path for her to pass through their middle. That alone should have made him stay on guard. “Anastasia! You are okay!” Draven had shouted and had gone to hug her immediately and before he could realize that it wasn't Anastasia when he looked into the Forbidden eyes it was too late as received a sudden blow on the back of his head which made him un

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

Seeing nothing but a ferocious beast on their every corner, a brutal massacre. “You can never defeat us. Such a lame strategy of a useless general!” yells a man with a bounty beard on his face as he has ruthlessly driven his sword to finally end the vampire General’s life. His blue eyes glowed as the moon shines brighter, behind his shoulder printed the lunar crest of the Alfarros. A crescent and three stars surround it. But what leads Adira down to her knees was the remaining member alive. Her sister, Kelly. Tears were uncontrollably falling from her eyes, but she didn’t dare move nor tried to escape from the blades that were aimed at her.

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.

The remaining Board members had long ago scattered to the corners of the room, reduced to weeping shadows by the arrival of the Firstborn. "We have to move," Dante hissed, his eyes darting to the structural stress points of the ceiling. He looked at Ivy, the possessive fire in his gaze clashing with the cold, iridescent violet of her own. "Ivy, listen to me. If Silas has your mother, he’s not just holding a hostage. He’s holding a key. He needs the Trinity to complete the transfer." "The Trinity," Ivy repeated, her head swimming. She felt the "Sync" between her and Dante struggling against the gravity of the Firstborn’s presence. It was a three-way tug-of-war for her very essence.

From behind. I turn. See the Moon Goddess. Dagger in hand. Plunging it into my back. "I won't let you replace me," she hisses. "Won't let you take my power. My control. My everything!" The blade sinks deep. Poison flooding my veins. Killing me. I fall. Blood pouring. Vision fading. The last thing I see is Trinity's face. Shocked. Horrified. Enraged. "You killed my mother," they say. Voice shaking reality. "You killed the one person keeping me good. Keeping me balanced. Keeping me from becoming exactly what you feared."