Fat Vampire From Blade Novels & Stories

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.

Endless, unyielding, pure. The moment the blade accepted me, it didn't just burn—I combusted. Power surged through my veins like volcanic fire, ripping my body apart only to reforge it in shadow and flame. My bones snapped and reformed. My skin cracked like porcelain before sealing again, tougher, darker. I screamed, or maybe the world did. When I stood, it was with a predator's stillness and a god's fury. I was not Henry anymore. I was the Blade incarnate. And I wanted blood.

Sarah ranted out all the insult she could remember and the all stared at her in awe, “Did she want to get us killed?“ Sean thought “How dare you call me ugly, you daughter of man!“ “I knew it, you are probably made from Amoeba, shapeless, bothered and ugly!“ She said again “I used to be all what you said before, but I wasn't anymore, the throne of Dark and evil gave me a new host to feed on and a camouflage, and I can now flaunt my new appearance” the blade said just then a purple flame ooze out from the blade and gathered forming a jelly being with a purple skin a man.“

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.

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?"

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.

The sweet, cloying scent of an Omega in forced, drug-induced heat now perfumed the air, driving the sharks into a frenzy. Through the swimming haze, he saw them—the businessmen, their civilized masks gone, replaced by raw avarice. The one who had first assaulted him, Vittorio, unbuckled his trousers with a grunt, freeing his erect cock and shoving it towards Jay's face. "Open up, caro," Vittorio slurred, his breath a foul cloud. "Let's see if that pretty mouth is as skilled as it looks."

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.