Novel & Cerita Fat Vampire From Blade

We were not even expecting him. "During the day, the sun was scorching hot. The weak members couldn't come out to defend us. Only the bloodline Vampires came to defend our Clan and they were not enough even with their special abilities. We lost a good number of members. Both my parents were killed by Fabian. I saw him slay off their heads with my own eyes.

"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

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.