Dracula Blade: Trinity Novels & Stories

Gunner “It would seem we are evenly matched. Let’s see if you can get to her before she dies.” “Dies!? What have you done to her?! Who the fuck are you?” “The name is Tristan and all I’ve done is drain her of her blood. It’s her blood I need, nothing more. You two can die here together,” he says as he sends a spell my way but I easily dodge it. “It is you who will die here tonight!”

"I heard you were dead." "I seem to hear that a lot lately," Tristan said. "It’s very bad for my credit rating." Thorne laughed. He stood up and walked down the steps. "And you brought a friend," Thorne looked at Saoirse. "The Dragon Princess. The bounty on her is quite... motivating." "Touch her," Tristan said pleasantly, "and I will liquefy your internal organs." Thorne stopped. He looked at Tristan. He saw the violet eyes. He felt the hum of power in the room.

Leo’s voice crackled through the static in my ear, a dying gasp of a connection. “Elena... get... out... The Director... fail-safe... harvest...” The line went dead. The bug wasn't just a sensor. It was a homing beacon. By killing the drone and the internal bug, I’d triggered the one thing I couldn't outrun. I stood in the center of the dark nursery, carrying a child that was currently beating with my enemy’s heart, while the Syndicate’s silent harvesters began their descent on the Morton estate. I reached into my hair and pulled out the Phantom Blade. The titanium needle was a cold, solid promise in the dark.

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.”

He was shirtless, his chest heaving, and his skin was flushed with the heat of his shift. He looked like death incarnate. "Get off her," Blake said. His voice was a distorted rumble, layered with the sound of his wolf. Tristan scrambled up, hauling me with him. He spun me around, pressing a silver dagger against my throat. I hadn't even seen him pull it out. The cold metal bit into the soft skin under my chin. "Stay back!" Tristan yelled, his voice shaking. "I'll kill her, Blake! I swear to the Goddess, I'll bleed your precious mate dry right here on the rug!"

If we made it out alive, I definitely needed to have a talk to her about that one. “Adrian!” I turned abruptly in the direction of Trinity’s voice. She was running towards him at the same time two other vampires of the Guild were. She lunged at them midair, when a third came and intercepted her, raking his claws down her chest creating a deep gash. She fell backwards unable to prevent the other two from grabbing Adrian and pulling him away. “Trinity, no!” I yelled, flicking my eyes between her and Adrian unsure what to do. I ran towards her, but she put her hands up to stop me. “I’m fine. Help him!”

He questioned but soon my vision was blocked by a big black wolf and one normal brown wolf. Sebastian and Mia were behind me while two dragons, who had been burning Vampires alive, stood beside me too. Soon every single wolf was with me after killing some leftover enemies of ours. Then it happened. The figures behind Blade removed their long caps cause of the monster's order. "Will you fight against your mother Xavier? Will you all kill the Luna and the wife of the beta of this pack?" I could see the way black wolf, my mate, moved back. Too shocked just like many others.

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.

Tristan stood across from me, his long platinum-silver hair tied back neatly, his grey dress shirt unbuttoned at the cuffs as he carefully placed the Lunar Ledger onto the central iron pedestal. "The alignment requires a direct blood-interface, Elena," Tristan murmured, his velvety voice echoing softly in the quiet room. He reached into his coat, pulling out a sleek, silver-handled lancet. "A single prick to your palm. The ledger will read your core temperature and release the low-frequency silver energy needed to stabilize your human heart valves." I didn't flinch. I took the silver blade from his hand, slicing my index finger with a quick, deliberate motion.

We have fought together for hundreds of years, and without fail, when I call upon them, these two in particular, always show up. “You are going to need our help to kill Bryce,” Haldor says. “He probably has warriors with him, and mages-” “No. No warriors, no mages. Flora and her coven killed all his mages. He’s alone with that Omega. Trinnie?” Lyric says. “Tinkie.” “Oh. Unfortunate name. It’s like people forget their children grow up.” “Her real name is Trinity,” I say with a smile. “She was born here with a triad in her backyard.”