Vampire Glyphs Blade Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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

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.

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

All my original reasons for rejecting them still stand, and I have more important things to focus on right now… "Where's my switchblade?" I can't lose track of that. First of all, it's not a common switchblade. It was crafted with a substance called ‘Lagorin’, which can only be found in Tophet. Being coated with the substance made it possible for me to kill that Vampire the first day I stepped into Crestbane University. If someone found the switchblade in Liminal Kaelith Argon’s room, the Liminal order will put the pieces together and begin looking for the Venenum here at Crestbane.

“I just don’t like strangers touching what’s mine.” The word mine lands between us like a thrown stone. My breath catches. I look at him sharply, but he is staring at the oil-slick patterns on my skin, not at my face. Mara finishes the last symbol—a crescent that curves from one hip bone to the other—and steps back. “Now the blade,” she says. One of the acolytes approaches with a small dagger, its blade etched with the same violet glow as my blood earlier. Kael stands immediately, putting himself between me and the boy.