Vampire Glyphs Blade Novels & Stories

The pain of it was a physical white–hot agony in my shared chest. The hesitation was all Blade needed. The curse, fed by that fresh, devastating pain, surged back with a vengeance. The grey in his eyes vanished, swallowed by the violent red-blue. *I’LL SHOW YOU STRONG!* With a snarl that held no humanity, Blade’s clawed paw shot out. It wasn’t a swipe to wound. It was a killing blow. Fast, brutal, final. The girl’s whimper was cut off. Silence, except for the drip of the rain and Blade’s heavy panting.

Lucien frowned as he looked at his sword. “I actually struck it.” Nyx stared at the glowing runes covering the blade. “So that’s why…” Lucien turned toward her. “Why what?” “That sword was never forged merely to fight vampires.” Before she could explain further, the runes across the obsidian blade flared brighter than ever before. Ancient symbols spread along its edge, symbols that neither Lucien nor the High Priestess had ever seen despite centuries of studying the royal relic. Master Orion stepped closer, his eyes widening with recognition.

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…

Blade’s shoulders slumped with helplessness and grief. He knew Jake for a long time. He’d been a strong man and a skilled warrior. Few could cross paths with him and manage to do so much damage. His gasping words echoed through Blade’s mind. Vampire, he’d gasped, choking on his blood as he collapsed in the foyer. D-Droves of them. Sharp Armor. Help!

Only the sudden weight of steel sliding through flesh and bone, exactly where the mark burned brightest. The Luna mark broke as the blade pierced it. It was not a sound anyone could hear, but something you felt through the bond—like ice cracking beneath unbearable pressure. Kaelor’s pain tore through me so violently I almost missed my own. His shout spread across the battlefield, raw and broken, and every wolf collapsed where they stood. The light around my body shattered. The power drained from me, sinking into the earth, into the sky, into nothing. I looked down. The blade had gone straight through the mark.

The strange ancient language came to life. "The blade of light has a long double-edged blade forged from silver. The blade is fixed on a rich hilt of shinning gold metal with a smooth grip made of bluish crystal. A set of protection runes is carved into the blade near the spine. It was crafted by mage Calwivu, in the Aengmor Forest. It was crafted to kill the immortals. After the battle of Valmir, only two blades have been known in existence. One was kept in a secret location by the were council and the other one belonged to the Vampire elders...." "Vampires!" Harry stopped reading and rushed to inform his Alpha.