Fat Vampire From Blade Novels & Stories

This was the first time my wolf and I were in discord. It felt like he wanted to rip out of my body, and I was trying to keep him caged within which was painful as fuck. When I saw Mr. Blade's eyes shift blood red, I knew shit was about to get ugly, pretty fast, and immediately, I understood what happened to Blake the first time she met her grandfather, and I dropped my gaze away from his eyes, knowing he was an Ultima at the top of his power.

I pleaded with Orlan in a very low voice. "I can hear you, Luna Scarlett. And I'm sorry if this is coming late, but congratulations on your marriage life." Blade all of a sudden declares as he continues to keep the food which is dish inside a container inside the refrigerator. "Huh?" I mumble because it seems that I'm the one who's having a difficulty in hearing. "I'm a vampire, so I can hear you from afar. That's a vampire's specialty and every...." "Wait! Let me get this straight. You have been hearing all the conversations that I do have with Orlan in your presence even though you are standing far away from us?" I asked, cutting Blade off from completing his statement.

she said " No, I want to see my dad please," I said while crying Before she could reply, an older man ran into the room and asked her what was going on. Using that distraction as an opportunity, I removed the needle which was connected to my left hand but unfortunately for me, before I could stand up, they noticed and ran toward me, trying to stop me. while struggling with them, I felt a sting on my left lap before I slip into unconsciousness. Beep Beep

it depended on other threads that it was better the snow-haired guy never knew about. Melia took a bite of the last toast, and while doing so, she saw her right hand, and on it was the mark of two large black horns with red tips that radiated what she recognized as... they were, they were... The faces of the people the one she considered an angel had cried for. The people whose bodies weren't found... Only their faces were, faces with blank eyes and open mouths, a black void in the background. You could even see their souls in distress, begging to escape from that freezing place. This couldn't get any worse. Skalliet had them, had them locked up, bound, waiting for someone to come for them.

“I’ve never heard of a vampire having a weapon.” Vash walked up to the body and yanked the blade out of his head. The body crumpled to the ground, and she inspected the blade. “It’s not one of ours,” she said. “At least… not one from recent make.” She handed it to Mark before coming over to me. I pressed further back into the wall. “Your pal… Tell you anything specific?” I shook my head. She narrowed her eyes. I thought there was a little glint of light in her eyes, but then she pulled back and stood.

Yoel's eyes blazed with intensity as he bellowed. Whoosh! In a flash, his wrist flicked in a blur, his blade's movements a whirlwind of shadows that coalesced into a spectral blade, its presence icy and lethal. The phantom blade whirled with an almost magical speed, cutting through the combined assault of the five attackers with ease. It tore through their defenses, leaving a deep, terrifying slash on each of them. The elder from the Calnan family hesitated for just a moment before he crumpled to the ground, his body gruesomely split in two, blood gushing out like a fountain.

She didn’t like that thought. I turned around, my head raised slightly to see the vampire as he approached, the wind blew his hair softly, his fangs poking out of his mouth, and his claws long and sharp, the moonlight highlighted his plae skin and red eyes, every step he took felt like my impending doom, Something told me he wasn’t like the others I’d fought. Maybe I should’ve stayed and taken my chances with the horde. I blinked. One moment, he was advancing with barely restrained hunger. Then next, something slammed into him, sending him flying like a ragdoll. His body collided with a tree, the impact so forceful the trunk snapped, crashing down with him.

Alessia will not casually spill Federico's secret of being an immortal vampire to anyone—let alone the dumb mortal girl who dares to force herself into Federico's home. But Federico does not nod or even look grateful at Alessia. In fact, his brow is beginning to droop low—almost as if he is displeased. "Hailey is my possession. You are not break what is mine," Federico replies. Alessia laughs without any joy. "You can find another servant to replace her. She isn't worth keeping when she's already so defective." Then Federico does the unimaginable. He walks up to Hailey and grabs her by the wrist. The poor, idiot girl startles, but Federico has supernatural strength—one of the perks of being

"There is one way." Kael looked up. "What way?" "The Twin Blades can cut more than flesh. They can cut hatred itself." Silence fell. Kael frowned. "You mean..." "They can separate Lucien's soul from the abyss." Hope flickered across Seraphine's face. "But only if he accepts it." Everyone looked toward Lucien. He was barely standing. Darkness covered half his face. His heartbeat was becoming the heartbeat of the abyss once again. The monster inside him laughed. "He will never let go."

The one whose fangs looked the longest and who kept licking the blood running down his fingers, making it look a lot more delicious than it was. "You’re Ivan Belov, right?" Shay asked, making the vampire look up with confused eyes. He took a long inhale, lowered the cigarette, then slowly blew the smoke out. Shay extended her hand, "I’m Shay Hart. From the US." "Hm," the vampire murmured, sounding bored, "I’m from Russia." "Cool," Shay nodded, then waited for something else. Usually people continued conversations, but apparently not this vampire. He remained silent and Shay had nothing else to say, "Uhm... you're not supposed to smoke here.”