Dracula Blade: Trinity Novels & Stories

“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

“Silas, no—!” He grips my wrist, his eyes desperate. “Trust me.” We leap into the abyss. --- **The Veil’s Heart** We land in a cavern of living crystal, the Veil’s core throbbing above. Zara’s voice whispers through the walls, faint but urgent. *“The Trinity is a wound. Heal it… or sever it.”* Silas presses his scar to the core. “How?” The crystal darkens, revealing the Trinity’s origin—the First Shadow’s rage, the crow’s betrayal, and *Zara’s light*, twisted into chaos.

Just then, Trigon swept his leg at Clifford’s lower abdomen, forcing him to retreat several steps backwards. Despite that, the latter was still protecting Winifred with all his might. “Go to h*ll!” yelled Trigon, blasting his steel-like fist at Clifford again. Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of Clifford and Winifred. It was none other than Tyr. “Heavenly Blade!” Tyr roared. It was then followed by a three-foot-long blade glow that flashed through his opponent.

Tenebris growled, and lightning cackled all over his sword. “You do realize that I am as powerful as you are?” Drayton asked, and Tenebris scoffed. “You seem to forget that this is the body of the Demon hybrid, and the hybrid of the White Wolves.” Tenebris growled, and Drayton’s eyes widened. “This will be tough, but nothing will happen to Luna Scarlett.” Drayton growled, pushing me behind him again. Thane stepped forward with his sword also, stretching it towards Tenebris.

Satisfied with this response, she twirled the blade in her hand before waltzing out into the hall. Following in her stead, Tristan exited the room. Immediately met with the possessed horde, the Banshee decisively slashed her weapon across the torso of the first man who came charging towards them. The spell uttered again he too turned to dark specks in the air before his eyes. Allen’s partner effectively clearing the way for his attack. Tristan struck out with his blades. Sparks flying off of it as it careened down the hall. The electricity was enough to stun the other invaders in the hall. The voltage enough to send them crumpling onto their knees and then finally onto the boards in the hall

holding the table's edge for support. His smirk deepens in a room full of men before he conceals it and acts as though he's not torturing me. Father advises, "Take Hades with you," and Ethan nods. "I'm going too," while suppressing a groan. "No, you're not," Ethan replies. “Yes, I am. It was our wedding. If it's both of us, they'd be more realistic.” “Or more reclusive just because you're female," says Thorn. As the vibration grows stronger, Ethan meets my gaze and says, "Hades and I will be enough."

It was scary. “Enough..” He shouted. Luke tapered his eyes. “If you had known what she did, you would not have taken her into your pack.” Brutus said angrily. My heart clenched. “Brutus, please,” I said. “Brutus is right. Alpha Luke is a generous man. He should know what kind of woman you are. You are trapping him, what if one day he finds his mother dead.” “Shut up Evelyn. You know what happened that evening. You framed..”

She shook it violently, and the sound of bones snapping drove her into a frenzy of teeth, claws, and primal rage. One of the guards went down, pinned by three rogues. Trinity tore into them, lifting the largest off him and slamming it into a tree, allowing him to handle the other two. Trinity’s eyes met the Lycan’s, for a split second. His eyes glowed, a flash of gratitude. “You’re welcome,” I said, and though he couldn’t hear me, he nodded, a respectful acknowledgment. I was pretty sure the Lycan form was Bret’s. Koda stepped forward, and I could feel his power ripple through the air as he let out a roar that froze the remaining attackers. Every single one of them turned and ran away.

Valeria hissed, her voice a jagged shard of glass, "then there will be no Luna at all!" She lunged, the dagger in her hand pulsing with a sickly, oily blackness—a blade forged from the soul-metal of the Abyss, designed to kill even a god. "Sera! No!" The voice wasn't a scream; it was a command. Ryan didn't hesitate. He didn't calculate the cost. He moved with the singular, devastating speed of a mate’s devotion. The sound was sickening—a dull *thud* as the cursed blade buried itself to the hilt, not in Seraphina’s back, but in Ryan’s chest.

The tribrid in vampire territory, the anchor bonds in active proximity, the Triskelion mark burning at full brightness — all of it combining to produce the exact resonance pattern the prophecy had described as the beginning of the third phase. Not the bonding. Not the Bloodbinding. The opening. The phase where the tribrid's three natures stopped running in parallel and began to braid. He closed the ritual circle and began packing immediately. The coven could reach him by phone. He needed to be in the city before dawn. *** The private room held Brecken, Lucian, and Cade, and nobody was comfortable and nobody was pretending they were. Cade laid the items on the table one by one. The silver dag