Fat Vampire From Blade Novels & Stories

"You look sort of desiccated " "I'm not hungry, " I replied flatly, throwing an arm over my face. "Says who?" He climbed into the bed and I groaned openly. He still had childish tendencies. "I told you to use the girl more effectively. " Effectively how? Blood letting of humans by any vampire was forbidden and punishable by death and the tainted also reduced to the same sentence. She wasn't my lover nor my responsibility. Just the small annoyance that was gifted to me by the devil himself.

I whispered, though the words felt like ash in my mouth. “And yet, she is gone,” Libra stepped into my line of sight, her eyes reflecting the flickering shadows. “You have the blade. You have the right. Why leave his soul to Allah when you can take it yourself? Feed the hunger, little bird. End the cycle by becoming the end of him.” I see the knife in my hand. I don’t know where it comes from, but it’s there, and it feels right. I raise it, and in that moment, I know what I have to do.

The Hollow Blade waited for her there. It was no weapon forged by men, nor a simple vision birthed from fear. It was something etched into the marrow of her existence. A spectral blade with jagged, shifting edges, its body wreathed in whispers that cut deeper than steel. The voice it carried wasn’t one voice, it was many, layered, distorted, yet unified in cruelty. "You think you can wear the crown of Luna? You think your blood is strength, hybrid?" the Blade hissed, circling her in the void-space.

His entire demeanor changed instantly, the amusement,his confidence all gone just like that, and it only made me smile harder. “You know, Kyle, I really like how you think you’re the smartest person in the room. Maybe you should really learn to bring your ego down. Do you remember the night you gave me a tour of your mansion? You wouldn't shut up about the priceless artifacts you acquired over the years… especially the Blade of Vharos. The blade forged from the blood of the first ever demon to walk the face of the earth.” Kyle didn't speak. He didn't need to. His silence confirmed everything.

Prince Blade levitated, his fingers were long and possessed sharp black claws that were half a meter long. His fangs were visible and his eyes were bright red, unlike the other warriors whose eyes were dark red. "You sick bastard, today is your end!" Prince Blade growled, proudly flaunting his creepy fingers. "I think you're talking about yourself, young man," The king looked unbothered at the sight of his own men being killed by the overzealous vampire warriors. "Well... Why don't we let our skills do the talking?" Prince Blade suggested, looking more than ready to rip off the pesky king's mask and swipe his poisonous claws across his face.

if he pulls is out, I'm sure the cold air would bite harder. The hilt is wrapped in black leather, worn from use. Silver guards curve up like small fangs. No gold. No jewels. Nothing soft. It’s heavy. It’s quiet. It’s death. if Frostbite Blade moves, people don’t scream. They just stop breathing. Because they know - the cold comes first, then the cut. Raphael said In a cold voice "Watch yourself vampire." Mars snarled in fury, "I have a name, demon!" I restrained mars and said to Raphael.

"Now I know it works." The Blackbone blade is an old Woods family heirloom. My grandmother gave it to me on her deathbed, revealing that one of our ancestors had taken it from a defeated clan of witches. The Blackbone blade has the ability to drain the power of anyone it cuts. It steals life and energy, and as Karl's wounds grow brighter I know he isn't long for this world. It's a shame I had to use this on him. Now he'll die like all the pigeons and foxes I slashed when I was younger.

Blake looked around to see several other vampires that were in the dining room, tackling the two vampires that were harassing him. He was surprised how fast their swings were. He watched them rain down, blow after blow, onto the two assholes. "That's enough, take them to a cell!" A vampire said, with long blonde hair. He approached Blake with his hands behind his back and his head high. The way he held himself reminded him of Silas. Although this one looked more like Legolas, but without the pointy ears. Instead he had a set of fangs, and red eyes. Blake wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, as he looked back at the two that attacked him. When he looked back at Legolas, the vampire, his

He placed his palm under his chin as if thinking of a great story to tell. "Stop this already! Why can't you just move on, Lycan?" My dad shouted on top of his lungs that made Lycan's smirk even wider. They are stopping him? Is he telling the truth then? If he is, then what's that thing that I need to know? "Do you know what I am, Blade? I'm a vampire, I'm a TURNED vampire" he emphasized the word turned that made me frown. What is he trying to say this time? Was he human before? Then why is he so powerful if he's just a turned one?

The blade was jagged, pitch black, and it gave off a faint, eerie glow even in the picture, like it absolutely wasn’t just metal but something alive somehow. My fingers intensely tightened around the phone. “What exactly is that thing?” I asked, my voice severely shaking. My eyes intensely flicked from the horrifying image to Stan, desperately looking for a hint that this was just some sick, awful joke he was playing. His voice dropped lower, urgent and desperate now. “It’s clearly called the Wolfblood Killer blade. That specific blade can truly kill any werewolf, even the strongest one. I personally saw Enzo’s mom openly give it to Dean. If that terrible knife simply goes through Enzo’s che