Dracula Blade: Trinity Novels & Stories

0064: The New Nightingale 0065: SIDE STORY PART ONE 0066: SIDE STORY PART TWO _______ Arc 3: Reaper's Scythe Is A Scissor?! Update: Ongoing "Yow! Sinful soul, how about you behave for a little while for my scythe to bring you to the underworld peacefully?" I grinned as I took out my grim kiddie size scissors with the host's favourite cartoon character. The soul I encountered was flabbergasted at first but then started to laugh after, "Pft! You call that a scythe? What? You gonna rip my soul or cut my hair instead?! I bet that's safety scissors only enough to cut a paper! Hahaha!"

Her hands fumbled in the corner, the sound of zippers and clattering makeup spilling onto the floor. “I—I can’t find it!” she stammered. The shadow creature twisted under me, throwing its weight. My grip slipped, claws raking down my ribs. Pain flared white and hot. “You’ll find it now,” I snapped, forcing its head against the rug. “Or she dies!” That jolted her. Pelin scrambled to her bag, yanking the red crescent blade free. It glowed faintly, the markings along its edge pulsing like embers.

Intrigued by this mysterious girl with silver hair and ember eyes, he resolved to get to know her better. Offering her a ride was his way of extending an olive branch, an invitation into his world. At first, Aqua hesitated, politely declining his offer. But as the heavens opened up and rain began to pour down in torrents, her resolve softened, and she accepted. The moment she climbed into his truck, Damon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The old Chevy pickup may have seen better days, but to Damon, it was more than just a vehicle—it was a symbol of his roots, a connection to his past. He drove it with pride, a tribute to his uncle, who had passed away. His uncle was the only one

One by one, they fell, their bodies hitting the ground with heavy thuds. The last rogue tried to flee, but Liam intercepted him with a speed that was almost supernatural. His jaws snapped closed around the rogue’s neck, the sickening crack echoing through the clearing. And then there was silence. The air was thick with the scent of blood and death, the ground littered with the bodies of the rogues. My sides heaved as I shifted back into my human form, my chest streaked with blood—some of it mine, most of it not. My gaze snapped to Trinity, and in three long strides, I was at her side. I dropped to my knees, my hands trembling as I gently turned her over. Her face was pale, far too pale, and

“I used to be you. I was afraid of the darkness looming inside me. But I embraced it for Adan. In order to save him. To save Patrea and it was one of the best decisions I made in my life.” I nodded my head as a smile of hope crossed my face. “Thank you. I need to hear that.” “You have a whole team that will fight for you, no matter what.” Lucy kissed my forehead. “We need to start. Rage says Draco is getting weaker. Nothing was helping him.” Blade explained as he squeezed my arm. I looked at Patrea, and she nodded her head, letting me know she was ready to protect Blade and Thalia. Thalia was already in her human form, and Lucy was helping her up. She looked lost, and I was not even sure if

The less people that Brandon has in his head, the more he’ll be able to focus on what is happening in the room with him. “One of the trios consists of the alpha, luna, and beta of the Diana Pack. The luna, Meredith, is an oracle. Her augmented gift is an almost direct line to the Goddess. She can ask for guidance and the Goddess responds. Gives her a lot of background info, too. We know all about what happened with your pack and that you’ve been turned away from every pack that you tried to be a part of.”

“Dwell malice in my soul, evoke destruction by his one growl. I call upon the God of death- Come forth, Anubis.” Moving his hand in the air to assert his dominance, a transparent image of Anubis began to form, explicitly large in size, holding his staff, controlled by Tristan. Everyone’s features hardered, not expecting his would be called Anubis but excited to face Drayce, he intended to go all out. Growling, Drayce came near to attack Tristan but he moved his hand down and Anubis released an intense attack which wiped everything coming in the direction of his attack, stopping that dragon in the process too.

We could not all have the same dream of a snake woman …too much of a coincidence and rule number three was very clear, there are no such things as coincidences. The event’s of the night before came at me and hit me like a ton of bricks as I ran back to my room in pure horror. It caught my attention the exact moment that I stepped foot into my room…there on my nightstand was a blade. The sharp triangular cross section of the blade shone as the light hit it. There was no doubt in my mind that the long ,silver and triple edged dagger did not belong to me and was the aforementioned angel’s blade.

The black glass dagger descended, a streak of obsidian darkness in the witch-light of the Ossuary. Damon Carter struck with the precision of a butcher and the hatred of a brother scorned. The blade bit deep into the base of Ryan’s skull, a killing blow meant to sever the spine and extinguish the flicker of life sustaining the monstrous transformation.

“Why, Taryn?” The wraith’s claws slash, hum screeching, stone crumbling, Veil’s threads snapping. Kalia’s vision sharpens—the void-core, her orb’s light its key. “We need her!” she shouts, orb blazing, nodding at Taryn. Taryn’s blade shifts, striking wraith-claws, her hymn aligning briefly, eyes narrowing. “Don’t trust me yet,” she mutters, blade flashing, wounding the wraith, shadow-blood spilling. Kalia’s orb surges, light cracking wraith-flesh, hymn steady, aura bright. The wraith wails, claws dissolving, fleeing through a rift-maw, its hum fading. Taryn steps back, blade lowering, eyes cold, voice low. “Not my fight.” She vanishes into shadows, hymn gone, Veyra’s blade trembling, eyes we