Vampire Glyphs Blade Novels & Stories

Mark charged. He swung his silver-bladed dagger through the vampire’s neck. It sliced halfway through before the vampire backhanded him into the dirt. But his blade stayed buried in his neck, sizzling with wolfsbane-laced steel. "Wolfsbane, it doesn't work on us." Vampire smirked. I attacked him with a wooden stake, piercing right through his heart. A vampire dropped on Gabriel from the branches above, biting into his shoulder. He howled and slammed backward into a tree, trying to shake him off.

Zitrey just glared at him and went inside. Matt, seeing how far the distance between them, but she easily closed it by split of seconds, then rubbing his neck and feeling the pain, he had thought, “She was still young, yet have extra-ordinary skills and killing intent. Doesn’t feel pain. Truly a masterpiece of the Dark Moon. A perfect killing machine, that’s why they don’t want to let her go. However, if she won’t go back, those geezer thought its just best to kill her before she will turn her back and come against them. Crimson Blade is the double blade that they raised, and might come to their head. The key to annihilate those bastards Dark Moon.”

"What are you talking about?" I asked Landon, my voice low but firm. I was about to turn and face him when he went in front of me himself. He towered over me, his eyes were dark and vicious looking straight into mine as if he wanted to look into my soul through them. I don't mind if he could. I don't care about anything else now. All I want is vengeance and I'm willing to do whatever it takes just to have that. "You heard me right, Eve. You have had vampire blood in you ever since you were born."

Another slammed into me from the side, but I dug my claws into the dirt, tossing him off with a violent shake. “Reynold, left!” Ronald barked through the mind-link. I twisted just in time, catching a blade swinging toward me. A vampire—different from the rest—had a weapon forged in some black metal that hummed with dark energy. When it scraped against my fur, pain seared through my body. I stumbled back, a growl ripping out of me. “That blade…” Robert’s voice cut into my mind, sharp and alarmed. “That’s not ordinary. Be careful.”

I became a blur of white and violet. ​I met the first wave with steel. My obsidian blades, forged in the fires of the Shadow Valley, sliced through vampire flesh like it was water. I ducked a claw swipe, spun, and took the legs off one leech. I vaulted over another, driving my blade down through its collarbone. ​It was a dance. A violent, bloody dance. ​I felt the Blackwood wolves hesitate, then join the fray. I heard Kaelen’s roar as he tore into the enemy. We were fighting on the same side. The irony almost made me laugh.

Prince Blade levitated, his fingers were long and possessed sharp black claws that were half a meter long. His fangs were visible and his eyes were bright red, unlike the other warriors whose eyes were dark red. "You sick bastard, today is your end!" Prince Blade growled, proudly flaunting his creepy fingers. "I think you're talking about yourself, young man," The king looked unbothered at the sight of his own men being killed by the overzealous vampire warriors. "Well... Why don't we let our skills do the talking?" Prince Blade suggested, looking more than ready to rip off the pesky king's mask and swipe his poisonous claws across his face.

if he pulls is out, I'm sure the cold air would bite harder. The hilt is wrapped in black leather, worn from use. Silver guards curve up like small fangs. No gold. No jewels. Nothing soft. It’s heavy. It’s quiet. It’s death. if Frostbite Blade moves, people don’t scream. They just stop breathing. Because they know - the cold comes first, then the cut. Raphael said In a cold voice "Watch yourself vampire." Mars snarled in fury, "I have a name, demon!" I restrained mars and said to Raphael.

"lupus sanguis" The witch queen says dipping the blade into a jar of blood. "Vampires sanguis" She says slicing Thorne's palm. "Cinis mortuorum" She sprinkles ash on the blade. Thorne rips open my dress at the chest right through the middle of my bra. The witch slams the blade into my heart. The pain is blinding. She removes the dagger and starts carving into my torso. "Lupus relinquo" She carves again, I can't see what she is carving but the sound and pain is horrific. "Vampire relinquo" The feeling of the blade twisting on my skin is making me want to throw up.

Danrious took his hand away from my mouth. "Help," was the only thing I could say, but he just fixed his glasses and grasped my hand. "Don't worry, you won't end up like them," Sir Daryl assured. I'm unsure what he means, but I fear them now. He licked my wrist, then sank his fangs into it without warning. I winced at the agony but didn't have the strength to fight it. They're not humans; they're bloodthirsty vampires. A tear fell from my eye, and I gazed up, seeing the plain ceiling and closing my eyes.

I caught him mid movement, slammed him into the ground hard enough to crack stone beneath him, then drove silver straight through his chest. The vampire screamed violently. Then laughed. Actually laughed. “You’re already too late,” he whispered through blood. I twisted the blade deeper. “Die talking less.” His body burned instantly after that, dark flames consuming him from the inside out until only ash remained beneath me. And that’s when I saw it. The symbol. Burned directly into his chest bone before the body fully disintegrated. My breathing slowed instantly. Because I recognized it. A twisted circular mark surrounded by ancient symbols.