Vampire Glyphs Blade Novels & Stories

A beautiful handcrafted handle, perfectly polished and engraved with the pack's symbol and the family's last name in old English letters. The dagger's blade is made of pure silver. Mixed with white ash from an old ancient tree and dipped in Angel's blood. The perfect combination that will end the life of a primordial vampire. "I'm sure you took my advice and studied your stuff. You can not kill a primordial vampire with an ordinary silver dagger, a regular vampire perhaps...but it will not work on a primordial... just like the wolf bane will not work to kill a Primord wolf." He smiles at Blake and sighs.

”I love you so much, I am so sorry,” I said with tear-filled eyes and a strained voice. I raised my hands and screamed in agony. The wind swept in and as if it were water, the fog split into two waves and parted in the middle. I circled my hands and focused on the wind, feeling it, trusting it, and watching as the fog withered away into thin air. Once everything was cleared, I saw five vampires standing around Blade who was laying bloody on the ground, Amber was beaten, the blood was pooling around her, Delilah lay still next to her and Alex was kneeling in front of his mate, with a knife dug into his side.

This was the first time my wolf and I were in discord. It felt like he wanted to rip out of my body, and I was trying to keep him caged within which was painful as fuck. When I saw Mr. Blade's eyes shift blood red, I knew shit was about to get ugly, pretty fast, and immediately, I understood what happened to Blake the first time she met her grandfather, and I dropped my gaze away from his eyes, knowing he was an Ultima at the top of his power.

He already knows what is wrong but he still needs to confirm. He studied the young woman's wounds. There are scratches around her arms and legs. Probably from the dragging by her predators. Jones is a vampire but after years of practicing self-control, he managed to make his senses devoid of any scent. If his guess was true, then this woman's blood wouldn't affect him no matter how addictive her blood is.

Or any weapon for that matter. "Let me give you the accessories to it," he told me and pulled out another box. I looked towards him and let him go before I took the box and opened it, wondering what he meant exactly by accessories. He pointed towards a bottle inside as I was faced with a bottle, gloves, a rod, and rag. "This bottle here," he picked it up and swished around a clear liquid. "Is poison for vampires. If you want to ever kill another vampire you should rub this on the blade. I picked this up from the old Nero manor. This stuff can kill one of you instantly.... but for a pureblood it would take merely a minute. What you do is you put on the gloves so you don't accidentally cut you

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

Blade emptied two magazines into another before it collapsed, twitching, whispering with a voice that wasn’t its own. “He sees you.” “He wants you.” “Alpha… come home.” The words hit like psychic knives. My wolf surged forward, the edge of my control fracturing. I felt the bones in my arms strain, claws splitting through flesh. My vision flared crimson. “Venom!” Blade barked. “Stay with me!” But it was too late. The beast wanted blood. I hit the nearest hybrid so hard its metal spine cracked. My claws ripped through its chest, tearing wires like entrails. I didn’t stop until it stopped twitching.

James could only pat his forehead, responding to the unprecedented complexity. *** "You still don't want to say it?" Ruby reached into her back trouser pocket and took out a dagger. The sharp side just touched her palm, and Haris held her wrist. Haris took over the dagger. A wide scratch opened a path for blood. Thick red liquid dripped onto the dusty floor. Each drop is like a wick of hellfire burning within Vata. The exterminating vampire's eyeballs looked like they were going to pop out. He staggered back, but Haris galloped after him.

We didn't even inform our parents. Instead, we had a simple ceremony in our rented apartment. I wore a wedding gown and married the love of my life. However, he didn't pull out a ring from amidst the bouquet—he pulled out a sharp fruit knife. The blade slashed against my skin, making my blood flow. I heard him repeating, "Why is life so unfair to me? Why?" This was my wedding night, which I'd dreamed of countless times since childhood. I spent two hours of it lying in a pool of blood as Liam stabbed me over 160 times. Each stab avoided my critical organs.

Luca was clawing desperately at Jonathan’s arm now, trying to break free but the vampire’s grip was absolute, and black spots were starting to appear in his vision due to lack of oxygen. “And now you’ll die like the rest of your pathetic kind,” He reached into his jacket with his free hand and pulled out a blade that looked ancient and wrong, the metal so dark it seemed to absorb the light around it, and when he held it up the edge gleamed with something oily that made Luca’s instincts scream danger. “This blade has tasted the blood of anyone who dared challenge me,” Jonathan said, bringing it closer to Luca’s chest. “Fifty-three names carved into the handle. Fifty-three who thought they wer