Fat Vampire From Blade Novels & Stories

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

She looked over her shoulder, breathing heavily, and her eyes widened at what she saw. His eyes completely black, his face covered in thick black lines. His mouth half-open, revealing the sharpness of his teeth. Along his arms, his skin had changed from white to the color of impure fire. His smile was as large as his malevolence, and the surroundings of his eyes were the brightest crimson she had ever seen. "Are you used to it, my favorite?" he asked with depth, able to hear the murmurs of the souls of the place that he hadn't set foot on for a long time. "Well, this will be something new." Her scream and Skalliet's growl were the last things heard before she was dragged away.

“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.

Shylah approached and lifted Black Blade's shirt. Howard's gaze fell on the chest, where a dark palm imprint stood out against the skin, the area around it a sinister shade of red. "Hm?" Howard's eyebrows knitted together at the sight. "Sir, can you make out what this is—" Shylah turned to Howard. "The Ink Demon Palm," Howard interrupted her with a heavy tone. "What!?" Shylah gasped. "Sir, are you saying that Black Blade was attacked by the Dark Shady Cartel?"

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.”

Just when it looked like Dante might win, when he'd backed his father against a wall and was preparing a killing strike, the vampire lord pulled something from his belt. A blade appeared in his hand, the metal gleaming with an oily substance that caught moonlight wrong. He moved faster than Dante could react and slashed across Dante's chest in one smooth motion. Dante stumbled backward and I screamed as I felt his pain explode through our bond. Not just the physical wound but something else, poison spreading through his system and attacking his hybrid nature specifically. The blade had been coated in something designed to kill hybrids, targeting the magical combination of vampire and Lycan t