Fat Vampire From Blade Novels & Stories

My father had told me stories about how he found a hidden cave in our backyard when he was young and stumbled upon an ancient blade that belonged to Vangoda. Had my father known this was going to be my fate? Was he the one who etched my name on the Blade? I decided to take the blade out of its case and hold it. I felt a surge of energy run through my body as soon as my fingers wrapped around the hilt. The blade was light but sturdy, made from an unknown metal that was strong enough to slice through concrete or bone with ease. I could feel its power coursing through me, the same way a soldier feels when he straps on his gun and goes to war. It was as if the blade had chosen me as much as I ha

I didn’t even realize he’d gotten off me! I quickly turn back toward the vamp I’d been stalking to find him gone, so I rush to Tate and of course… find him there. He grabs Tate’s wrist mid-air and has it halfway to his mouth when Blake, a Shadow vampire appears from practically thin air. He snatches the vamp’s head in his hands and jerks it, ripping it clean off his neck.

not at the food, but at something far deeper. He left without another word. Scarlet watched him go, unease crawling under her skin. Powerful men who didn’t eat were either sick… or haunted. Before she could think too deeply, footsteps approached. A man in plain white clothing stopped beside the table. Blade. Her breath hitched. “What the hell are you doing here?” she blurted before she could stop herself. The Lycan’s voice floated from the doorway, amused. “Relax. That’s Blade. Your new bodyguard.”

His blade wasn't going to make it. "RAAAAH!" The giant Vampire emit a ferocious roar mustering all the strength that remained forcing his blade to carve it's way through the creature. He felt as though he were lining up on a football field trying to force back an entire squad of linebackers alone.... The bright side, he happened to be stronger than a squad of linebackers. Though it took almost everything he had his blade finally cut through the monstrous flower. The upper half listed to the side club still hefted over head as it fell.

The vampires made a growling sound, releasing their razor-sharp fangs, and dashed towards him like a pair of snakes. He would not die by their hands. Besides, he was far stronger. Silver swiped his hand as fast as he could. A long and thin diagonal blade of water shot out of his hand. The trick was to make it dense and as thin as possible. The blade moved incredibly fast. The blade sliced vampires in half before they knew what hit them. Both of them dropped like a shack of meat, blood and insides spilling out of them. I… I just killed them.

Blade was nearly two meters tall. His body was particularly robust and he had bulging muscles. The short-sleeved T-shirt that he wore accentuated his chest muscles, and they were big enough to rival an average woman's bosom. His bronze-colored arm muscles instilled fear in people, while his thick eyebrows and sharp eyes were brimming with might. When he arrived, he rubbed his bald head and asked Trevor in a hoarse voice, "Tell me, who do you want me to kill?"

Each stab avoided my critical organs. I begged him to let me go, but he said, "Didn't you say you would always be with me, my darling?" I tried to flee when he went to the bathroom, but he caught me. He forced me to the balcony while brandishing his knife; I left a vivid trail of blood from the living room to the balcony. Underneath the moonlight, he stared at my right hand like a starved beast. Ultimately, he swung the blade at me, stabbing me in the heart. Then, he shoved me off the balcony of our apartment, which was on the 20th floor.

Worst, it seemed that their numbers were infinite. Blade started moving. In a blink of an eye, the tides turned in their favor. He finally moved and killed our allies one by one. Sometimes he killed two or three at the same time. Blood covered his whole body. He is still in his human form. His eyes bore vengeance and lust for murder. He kills as though he was only dancing to the beat of the music. Truly, he is one powerful wolf. I glanced at our allies. I witnessed them die one by one.

“You are the first person to reach this part of the tower successfully. You want something from me. And it will require a lot of work. Tell me, princess Katniss. Even if you can release me, can you afford my price?” I was taken aback. I knew that Blade had a blood of a vampire, a werewolf, and a mage inside him, but I didn’t know that it would be enough for him to identify me easily. It seemed like he had already known everything to know about me with just one look. His mother was the first vampire-wolf hybrid in the history while his father was the most powerful mage in his generation. With their genes combined, they created the strongest hybrid in the world: Blade Marshall. After the death

“These creatures have no soul. And so you should treat them that way.” He gazed at the blade as I handed it back to him. There was finally determination in his eyes. He was ready. He nodded and clenched his jaw as he held his blade. “Thank you, Alpha,” he said before darting off. I watched Walton charge into the fight. His fear was gone now. A vampire came at him fast, fangs out. Walton dodged and swung his blade. It cut the vampire’s arm deep. The creature hissed and lunged again. Walton spun, driving the blade into its chest. The vampire fell, body turning to ash. Walton didn’t stop. Another one jumped at him from the side. He blocked it with his arm, then stabbed it quickly. The blade hit