Vampire Glyphs Blade Novels & Stories

I followed behind knowing very well the enemies were just a step away and probably our death as well. "Well, well well welcome to your fate of doom love birds. Today we witness the death of Kyson and his lover!" I felt weak hearing him freely announcing the death of my woman. No man this time you've got it wrong. I stepped forward and Cade did the same. I could feel myself surging with power. Merging all my elements. Fire, wind, ice, lightning all coming out. My nails adjusted to a centimetre and my eyes became red and my voice sounding in form of a roar. My fangs were exposed, itching to bite in some flesh. I felt energy and my control was slowly fading. I moved with great speed and lunged

They brought their mates from all over the place to the castle, and I was forced to take care of them all. The vampire girl opened her eyes wide to lie because she understood the eyes were the windows to the soul. If she didn't look directly at Harvey, he would immediately suspect. After all, he was two thousand years old, and she was just over a hundred years old. - Strawberry flavored toothpaste, pencil. Maris, did you secretly give birth? - No, no, no. I just like the owl. Owls need to brush their teeth too and pencils are for me to draw on their eyes to make them look even more ferocious. I like that fierce look.

I looked up and saw that all the vampires’ eyes had turned red at the smell of my blood. “Yea I’m in deep shit now. Fuck! Blaze where the hell are you, I miss my family so much. I know they think I’m dead, but I really hope that they are looking for Blaze at least. I thought to myself as Gregor picked me up and blurred to the dungeons locking me in a cell just as the other vampires came running in trying to break down the cell doors to get to my blood. “If I were you I would try and stop the bleeding. I’m stronger than they are, but I don’t know how long I can resist.” Gregor Hissed at me his eyes turning red like the other. I slid my ass back into that fucking corner. Taking my shirt off ho

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

His long, white hair cascaded down his back, and his deep-set eyes, filled with ancient knowledge, glinted like stars. With a steady hand, the Elder reached for the moon blade, its edges gleaming with an ethereal light. “This blade,” he intoned, his voice resonating with power, “is a sacred tool, a bridge between our worlds. It will mark the bond you share, a testament to your love and commitment.” Vale accepted the blade with reverence, feeling the cool metal vibrate with energy. He held it over his palm, and with a swift motion, he drew the blade across his skin, a crimson line appearing instantly. “As I mark myself, I bind my heart to yours, Talon.”

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

The dagger's blade plunged deep into Autumn's chest, a searing cold that spread like frostbite through her veins, Gina's triumphant snarl echoing in her ears as the world tilted. Blood welled hot and silver-tinged, the hive's essence reacting violently to the wound, shadows erupting from the gash like ink from a shattered vial. Autumn staggered, her hand clutching the hilt, the metal burning against her skin as if alive, pulsing with the corrupted magic Gina had infused it with—Order runes etched along the edge, designed to unravel balance. Alina's manifested form howled in agony beside her, the wolf's ethereal body flickering as the pain mirrored through their bond, her fur rippling with da

A blade must be honed. Honed, it must be drawn. Drawn, it must taste blood. I am Lucian. I am The Blade. STERLING That bastard had gone mad! I’d never seen a fight so twisted, so unnervingly spectacular—and never a werewolf or lycan so drenched in bloodlust and violence. No… not just a werewolf or lycan. He was the most reckless, most merciless creature I’d ever laid eyes on. One hand. The son of a bitch fought from start to finish with only one hand—slaughtering every single dark spawn the magic circle had spat out.

Just a weak breath and a blurry vision. If there was any time I needed Lucian, it was now. “Woman, you may begin the spell.” one of the Hunters commanded. Even in my blurry vision I was able to see who that was. It was a woman, an old one at that. Her hair was long, white and beautifully silky at the same time. She started whispering her enhancement, raising her pitch as she continued. The candles lit, the windows burst open due to the powerful wind. A blade rose above me and right there I was ready for my death.