Fat Vampire From Blade Novels & Stories

“You are the first person to reach this part of the tower successfully. You want something from me. And it will require a lot of work. Tell me, princess Katniss. Even if you can release me, can you afford my price?” I was taken aback. I knew that Blade had a blood of a vampire, a werewolf, and a mage inside him, but I didn’t know that it would be enough for him to identify me easily. It seemed like he had already known everything to know about me with just one look. His mother was the first vampire-wolf hybrid in the history while his father was the most powerful mage in his generation. With their genes combined, they created the strongest hybrid in the world: Blade Marshall. After the death

“These creatures have no soul. And so you should treat them that way.” He gazed at the blade as I handed it back to him. There was finally determination in his eyes. He was ready. He nodded and clenched his jaw as he held his blade. “Thank you, Alpha,” he said before darting off. I watched Walton charge into the fight. His fear was gone now. A vampire came at him fast, fangs out. Walton dodged and swung his blade. It cut the vampire’s arm deep. The creature hissed and lunged again. Walton spun, driving the blade into its chest. The vampire fell, body turning to ash. Walton didn’t stop. Another one jumped at him from the side. He blocked it with his arm, then stabbed it quickly. The blade hit

Dumb right? I bumped into someone when I took the next turn sending their drink flying out of their hand, and all over my shirt. I reached for her hand to hold her steady, she almost slipped. “Oh, my God, you have no idea how sorry I-” The woman did not even let me land. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? CAN’T YOU WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING? ARE YOU STUPID, OR DUMB, OR JUST PLAIN BLIND?”

Tangerine demanded, on guard. The man held up his hands in a peaceful gesture. "My name is Blade. I'm a hunter, but I'm not here to fight you. I'm here to help." Tangerine eyed him warily. "Why should I trust you?" Blade sighed. "I know you don't trust hunters, but I'm not like the others. I've been tracking the rogue vampires, and I know that they're planning something big. Something that could destroy everything." Tangerine frowned. "What do you mean?"

she answered. "But he'll wake up soon, right?" I asked her, and she giggled at me. "Of course! He's a pure-blood vampire, and besides, they could not pull out his heart," Ash confidently answered as she pointed at the most extensive stitch in Daniel's chest. "His heart?" I asked, and she nodded. "Pureblood vampires will only die once their heart has been pulled out of their bodies," Ash explained, making me feel relieved, knowing that Daniel would wake up soon.

The man's daughter, tiptoed as he bent over for her to reach Axe, her small fingers reaching out to touch Axe's bruised arm, whispered, "It's okay, mister. Papa will take care of you." ‘I came here to find a kid to raise into an indomitable bodyguard that will be loyal to you for life, and yet you chose such a weakling and useless thing?’ Chairman Blade thought, staring down at Axe and then at the worried way his daughter glanced at him, her tiny hand holding onto hid dirty ones as tears trickled down her peachy cheeks.

“I’m dead serious. I’ve done all the research I can in this world and i;ve never been more certain about a thing in my life than this. Blade is a werewolf and I'm his mate. They can have human mates too.” Not only was it amusing that she knew Blade was a werewolf, it shocked me ten times more to know that she was Blade’s mate. It sent a wave of relief to know that Blade's fate was starting to come into view and he could finally see the truth and forget me. However, it didn’t stop the way my heart raced at the thought of her finding out.

This was the grammar of the empire he had joined. He sat on the edge of the bed, the city’s lights a distant, mocking constellation. He was no longer Jay the agent. He was not yet Jay the consort. He was something in-between, a creature being forged in the cold fire of Rafael Bianchi’s world. And as he began to memorize the sins of the first man on the list, he understood one thing: his vengeance against Park would not be an act of rebellion. It would be his graduation.

Like eradicated. Three vampires broke through the freezing fog at once, teeth bared, aiming for my throat like it was the only thing that mattered. I snapped my right arm forward. The light whip cracked—like a thunderbolt, loud and final. The glowing blade cut through all three torsos while they were still in the air. They didn’t even manage a proper landing. Instead, they exploded straight into black, suffocating ash clouds, raining down on the concrete pier. Behind me, Dominic was just pure apocalyptic brutality, no pause, no breath.

The only thing that mattered was ahead; I needed to go and help my mates no matter what. The great hall was barely recognizable. Everywhere was filled with dead bodies and blood. Blade was in his wolf form. He was massive; his fur had blood all over it. I didn’t know if it was his or someone else's. He circled low, his belly brushing the stone, his lips peeled back from fangs that dripped with saliva. Every time he lunged at Tyson, he moved, his body bending at angles that should have snapped his bones, his grey hands catching Blade’s jaws and tossing him aside like a pup.