Vampire Glyphs Blade Novels & Stories

This time— It didn’t stop. Images flashed behind his eyes. Not memories. Not entirely. Fragments. A symbol carved in stone. A circle bound by chains. Two figures standing opposite each other— Blood running between them. A voice echoed. Ancient. Cold. “Bound by blood… sealed by blade…” Kael gasped, the vision snapping apart. He dropped to one knee, gripping the edge of the desk for support. Across from him, Lucien looked just as affected. “What did you see?” Lucien demanded.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

“Before those stupid wolves did that to him.” I barely had time to process her words before Violet's runes blazed to life. They slithered across her skin like living ink, spiraling down her arm and pooling into her palm. My breath caught as a blade began to form—not of metal, but pure magic. The runes twisted and coiled until a dagger extended from her hand, an elegant but deadly extension of herself. My breath hitched. She smiled. The blade pierced Dylan’s chest, slowly. His eyes went wide—fear flickering, a silent scream caught in his throat.

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.

Camlin retrieved the rapier to toss it again. “Vampires,” Kayla whispered as realization struck her. The rapier was of silver, and it burned the soldier. The three v’s on their arm badges. Terror consumed Kayla. “V Empire.” A loud bang. The glass wall behind Kayla and the rest shattered, shards of glass flying through the air. They parried the shards with their hands shielding their eyes, swiveling their heads aside. Some shrieked and bent over. The next second, one of the vampires flew into the room through the broken glass and grabbed Kayla, disappearing immediately.

Then the boat ran out, and they hid the SUV in some bushes, then grabbed a boat and took me to the other side, out of the sorcerers' area, right into the wasteland. “Thanks, guys,” I said with amusement, and they drove off. I touched the dark mark, and then a group of vampires Greco sent appeared; among them was his right-hand man. “Are you incapable of finishing a mission?” the man asked in disgust and looked me over from head to toe. “If you think you could do better than me, then go and control Crescent,” I said angrily. “You just had to manipulate Axel's wimp; it was the only thing so we could access the mineral resources he doesn't know he has,” Blade said angrily.

We stayed silent for a while as we wound down the streets of Moon City, the night life shown in the bar lights streaming through the skies. "What is the blade that he was talking about?", I asked after a while of silence. "The blade is an ancient weapon that can be used to kill young vampires", Jacob responded, his eyes focused on the road, his hands relaxed on the steering wheel. "Young vampires?", I pondered. Did he mean people like Kane? "Do you mean newly turned?", I asked. "The ones that just underwent the change?"

They’ve forgotten wolves chew through their own paws when cornered. One of the guards offers him the ceremonial blade from earlier—standard steel, worn hilt engraved with pack sigils. The priest barely glances at it. He lifts a hand and dismisses it like a king waving off a servant. He’s brought his own. It’s more of an obsidian and bone material. The handle is wrapped in something that might’ve once been human skin. The edge shimmers with old runes that seem to move or laugh. It’s the kind of blade you don’t just flay with, but you feed. He sets the blade on a silver tray beside me, then uncorks a glass vial filled with something thick and green—wolfsbane oil. It smells like death soaked in

Nonetheless, one must not forget their undead nature. The vampires that were running after Zephyr were Blizzard Vampires, and they possessed great, icy powers. In other words, ice was their main element. Zephyr quickly unsheathed Draken, engaging his Focus. The sword glowed and shimmered in his palm, “Taste lightning!” Zephyr screamed as the wind kicked up beneath his feet, accompanied by a streak of electricity. Zephyr was preparing his attack stance. With Zephyr at the center, his flurry attack rushed to them like a blossoming flower, striking outwards at everything.

He pulled his blades back and swung them forcefully, aiming for the vampire who had lost his mind. “Augendae: Unleash Half-Moon’s Counter!”