Novel & Cerita Vampire Glyphs Blade

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.

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.

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.

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

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

Those wings were instantly shattered, making Vampyre roar in pain the next second. The white ape rushed up to hug Vampyre, while Luka stabbed Vampyre in the heart with a weird curved blade. Vampyre’s eyes widened as he watched Luka dragging his curved blade from his chest down to his abdomen. Blood was splattered all over the ground as a result. When Luka pulled the blade out of Vampyre, his disembowled body fell to the ground. The surroundings were deathly quiet at that time. Moloch’s group, as well as Tyr and Dillon, couldn’t help but look at each other. Deep down, they were shocked by what happened.