Vampire Glyphs Blade Novels & Stories

I still didn't trust him, his little story was entertaining but I wasn't in the mood to play games. Walking over to the desk I snatched the envelope up, placing the gun down I opened it. Different sheets stamped by unknown people met my eyes, four different signatures layed at the bottom of each piece of paper. WYATT BLAKO SPECIES - VAMPIRE / LYCAN AGE - UNKNOWN BATTLES FOUGHT - 17, 275 BATTLES WON - 17, 274 BATTLES LOST - 1 DECEASED. You couldn't miss the words even if you looked away. It was printed in bold letters.

The silver blade, a weapon specifically designed to harm vampires, began to glow faintly as it pierced his flesh. The hysterical battle cries, and the clash of magic and steel, all faded into a faint roar. Her focus narrowed solely on Lord Draven who has his splitting with pain and surprise. Lord Draven stumbled back, a hand clutching his chest. A horrified gasp escaped River’s lips while her entire blood ran cold. She could feel the blood draining from her own face. In Lord Draven’s chest was a small silver dagger protruding, its hilt clutched tightly in Leo's trembling hand.

At Alec’s questioning look I added, “My mother told me of the Scythe being stolen a thousand or so years ago from her coven.” "We will have to expect Alpha Kylen to use that to catch us off guard." Alec pointed out. Thane nodded. “Maybe we can get it from them somehow. You know what it looks like. Can you draw it?” “It looks like any scythe, but the blade is black and there are Celtic symbols down the handle. I’m not much of an artist, but I’ll give it a shot. I rose and walked to the printer, grabbing a sheet of paper, and returned to sit in Anders' lap as he passed me a pen. His arms tightened around my waist, distracting me as I drew the weapon to the best of my ability, drawing out the s

The pack was in danger now. Dayton walked back then, holding two silver blades. They gleamed in the evening light. The edges looked sharp enough to cut through anything. “The men are ready,” he said. “All armed with silver blades. This will hurt those vampires badly.” He handed one to Damon. Damon took it, nodding. He swung it a bit to feel the balance. It looked good in his hand. Dayton stared at me next. His eyes were hard, like he was testing me. Damon watched too, arms crossed, waiting.

A cry left my lips as I still felt the harsh blade of the jagged knife cut my hand. I could smell the blood leaking from my hand before I saw it—and so did everyone else. All the eyes of vampires, both pure-blood and half-blood alike, turned to the commotion we had caused at the bar. "Mia," Sol gasped as he lunged forward and grabbed my hand. ###

I looked at everyone and said, "Let's go back to our time." We ran as fast as we could back to the portal Bex created from her magic spell and it closed behind us. When we got back to our time, it was still dark outside. We walked into my apartment and went straight to my office I put the ancient blade in my safe. I then went to my computer and started researching the symbols on the blade. I found out that they were ancient tribal symbols, but it wasn't until I looked at them closely that I realized what they said: "The Eye of Vangoda." A God my ancestors used to worship. I was very interested in finding out more about this ancient blade. I started digging deeper and found the blade was used

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.

I was still in my wolf form, though I could barely move an inch. Vampires. The scent of their skin was like dead carcasses, rotten over a long time. That stench was unforgivable. “We have the final piece,” one of them said. “Take out his heart!” One other removed a blade from his side as he boldly approached me. My eyes caught the blade as I had flashbacks to where I had seen that particular blade before. I gasped inwardly when I realised I had seen it in one of my most recent and frequent nightmares. The blade that was used in stabbing my brother.

With a shared glance, Zilver and Eskaal charged forward, their silver blades cutting through the night air with a haunting sound. The clash of steel against fangs and claws echoed through the graveyard. Zilver and Eskaal moved with uncanny precision and strength, their silver swords glinting in the moonlight. The vampiric army was so confident, now reeled from the painful burns inflicted by the enchanted silver.

Blade smiles as his canines lengthen his Cheetah wanting to mark his mate even in the disgusting condition he is currently in. Knowing that the red eyes mean that his mate is a Vampire, instead of giving in to his Cheetah Blade sinks them into his wrist and before Silas can object Blade shifts and presses his wrist to Silas’ mouth making him take his blood. As soon as Blade’s blood hits his lips Wrath, Silas’ Vampire takes over lengthening his fangs and sinking them into the offered wrist. Not only was he starving but the blood was beyond divine. As he slowly sucked on the wrist being held in place now by his fangs one word repeated within his mind…