Vampire Bl Series Novels & Stories

"Where did you-" "Finally, I found it mate. Soul reaper is mine." Terry let out his usual dark chuckle. That knife is soul reaper. "Now, should I kill you first and then go for her next?" he asked Alex and his words rang through my mind a million times before it all came crashing down. Wait-wait, there is no way that this knife can kill a vampire right? It can't be, there is-

I asked as I waited for him. "My last name is Blackson, a royal lineage of years back. I have one sister you know as Ingrid. My childhood friend Ryson. I am also a vampire as you have noticed but unlike other vampires, I like cooked food. I have many enemies and fewer friends. That is all I can disclose for now babe but I will tell you soon." I looked at him wondering what he had experienced to have such pain reflected in those gorgeous eyes. "Do you wanna hear about me?" I asked stroking his hair taking in his scent. He hummed softly.

Nonetheless, one must not forget their undead nature. The vampires that were running after Zephyr were Blizzard Vampires, and they possessed great, icy powers. In other words, ice was their main element. Zephyr quickly unsheathed Draken, engaging his Focus. The sword glowed and shimmered in his palm, “Taste lightning!” Zephyr screamed as the wind kicked up beneath his feet, accompanied by a streak of electricity. Zephyr was preparing his attack stance. With Zephyr at the center, his flurry attack rushed to them like a blossoming flower, striking outwards at everything.

Daphne slipped off the horse drawing nearer to the pile of bodies. “What are they?” “Vampires,” Blade said, his voice tense. “Probably a part of the same forces that attacked Sharp Armor.” Were they related to the vampires that had attacked them on the way back or some other faction with a different agenda? What did they want? Arthur glanced at Daphne, but she seemed pale and nervous. He approached her until he was stopped by the sound of a flint being struck. Arthur looked at Blade, “What are you doing?” “Burning the bodies,” Blade said and looked back down the path where other wolves were dragging the bodies forward. “We’ll have to make sure they’re all dead. It’s the only way.”

Soon though, their conversation was interrupted as both vampires turned to their left. A girl was coming towards them, she had deep blue hair, the colour so rich, it almost looked black. However it was clear it wasn't natural, the colour was slightly faded at her roots. She had piercing, pale blue eyes and sharp upward arched eyebrows. Her lips were pursed and tinted black with lipstick and her fangs stuck out lightly. Vampire.

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.

They watched silently, allowing me to get all my anger out. I heard the clattering of a blade being thrown beside me. I glanced at the silver blade that sat beside me; it must have been thrown by one of the warriors. I grabbed the blade and held it to the throat of this new vampire. He looked at me through his swollen and bleeding eyes, no ounce of remorse in them. “Y…you… can’t… keep her… safe…” he sputtered as more blood pooled in his mouth. I gritted my teeth and lowered myself, so I was at eye level with him, keeping the blade in place against his throat with one and the other hand gripping the top of his hair.

With the moonlight, he looked like the stuff dreams were made of—my prince of the night. We kissed again, this time long and deep, before he let me go. He placed his helmet on and walked onto the battlefield with Andrew at his side. Andrew shifted beside him. They marched out as one so that all could see the werewolves and vampires could work together. The other werewolves shifted, and the vampires crouched, calling forth a blood rage. The battle began—werewolves and vampires dashing for the Ironfang pack. The Alpha shifted, his scar face visible even in wolf form. He charged Andrew and Sebastian. Sebastian sprinted for him, blade drawn, wanting revenge for my mother’s death. Two large black

Although she wasn't expecting an answer, she asked anyway. Akira's anxious about how a vampire could enter the safest place in the city. “For the fall of the king and rise of the new king.” The vampire guard muttered, and Akira heard it. ‘King? New King?’ “For the fall of the king and raise of the new king.” He muttered it repeatedly like a chant. The vampire's mouth was pouring saliva so thick and in the color blue. It reminded Akira of rabies, and she also saw it in pictures. Traces of thick things on the scene and the color blue weren't able to be identified back then. But after long research, it belonged to a dhampir.

The only thing is the books that line the walls around them and the pool table felt that is a vibrant blue. Amber was having fun just admiring the suite and felt she would love a tour. However, she knew they had work to do, and after her last vision, she felt like they may be up against a really difficult time. Several hours went by, many bags of blood, a course of lunch and snacks, and plans after plans discussed, they all three had finally narrowed it down. Amber came up with some ideas that may take down the Zombies, however, it was going to be a trial and error until they were able to get samples of turned blood. Unlike her vampire concoction that helped speed the effects of the rust on