Novel & Cerita Fat Vampire From Blade

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

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

ANA vs KIM (The Duel) ......I was so caught up that I didn't realize I had been stabbed... ............. Until I looked down and saw the tip of the blade….. Covered in my blood…. jutting from the center of my abdomen….. This happens when you anger a vampire... Ana Pov "Look who's the slut now". Kim whispered in my ear as she forcibly pushed the blade further inside me. She may have gotten the jump on me because of my distraction but my reflexes are still good.

Its body crumpled to the ground, lifeless. Zane moved like a whirlwind, his blade cutting through the air in a deadly arc. His weapon sliced through two vampires in one swift motion, severing limbs and heads with precision. The creatures shrieked as their bodies collapsed, their flesh turning to ash before they could even hit the ground. The wind carried the dust away, but their eerie, glowing eyes still haunted the battlefield as more vampires stepped forward, their hunger unrelenting.

one policeman muttered. "Exactly! But this blade is forged from an alloy mixed with a special iron capable of wounding vampires. Every member of my team will receive one! Use them well to protect yourselves and the civilians!" Arthur said. "Yes, sir!" the officers shouted. "Good! Intensify your physical training; a vampire's strength is like that of a wild horse!" "Sir! I once fought a vampire, but they possessed telekinetic powers—they could lift me and strangle me from a distance!" Tom noted.

It took Blade minutes to recover and his wounds to heal, his gaze turned black, his fangs elongating and his real self revealing “I'll show you what it means to play with me," Blade dangerous voice echoed " You look like a deprived plaything, did you eat well in your form,” Felix's sarcastic voice rolled out staring down at Blade's vampire's form Before Blade could approach Felix, Adam appeared in-between them, putting the fight to the end. Blade's first instinct was to run when he noticed Adam, but before he could put it into action, Adam caught him and without a second thought he tore Blade into two like it was normal and morally or mentally okay.

Nicholas walked through the battlefield and stood before the limping Naster. “Is this all you got? Naster Fangs? Aren’t you the prideful product of science and nature?” Nicholas taunted. “Show me your true color murderer.” Naster could feel his blood boil in anger as he screamed in pain, his body burning, and soon lost his sanity as the soul of countless wolves took over his body.

Part of the anger in his eyes was gone, replaced with concern. Both of us froze as soon as he lifted my shirt enough to see the fang marks. His eyes widened as his pupils turned to slits, the way all vampires did when they were beyond mad. "Who the hell did this?" I was too frozen in fear to speak. What could I even say?! The truth would get me killed and lying again was starting to seem like the same fate. I jumped as he met eyes with me, impatiently waiting for an answer. "I-I don't know," I spoke.