Vampire Swords Novels & Stories

Whether it was bravery or desperation, he didn't care. “Huh! You’re a nuisance, human. Get lost!” The vampire’s eyes flared crimson. He lunged forward, his fingers clawing at Tom’s throat in a fit of rage. “That girl is mine! She’s going to be my woman!” “Argh! Gotcha!” Tom triggered his wand, which extended into a gleaming longsword just in time to parry the vampire's strike. “A sword in a club? You’ve got to be kidding me!” the vampire snarled.

I didn’t get a chance to reply before the first vampire minion leapt out at me. My body took over and my sword came down in one swift motion and sliced into the vampires torso. The vampire let out an inhumane scream before fire engulfed its clothes in an inferno. Before I could watch it fall to the ground, the next one was on to me, leaping onto my back. Its hand circled tightly around my throat trying to cut off my air supply. I lash out my sword at another vampire who loomed up before me, before forcing my elbow back and with all my might jabbing it in the stomach, but it make no difference, it held fast. I had to do something and quickly, the other three vampires were gaining on us. Wrapp

The blade pierced right through the vampire's heart and she whirled around, catching another in an attempt to attack her from behind. She swung the sword and sliced right through the female vampire's side. A shrill shriek echoed and Harley moved right on to the next as Mason took over, decapitating the fang-bearing female and watching as the head rolled with a bounce before bursting into ashes along with the rest of the body. She fought back the nauseous feeling that had settled in upon seeing more vampires lose limbs and continued to use her sword as well as her crossbow to weaken each vampire. Though there was still no sign of the vampire she wanted dead the most.

They glinted ominously in the moonlight, deadly shards of silver light cutting through the night as he brandished them in front of him, ready to slice down anything that dared come near us. I couldn’t help but stare for a split second, marveling at the skill and ease with which he wielded his weapons, a lethal force against the rain of arrows I knew would soon follow. But something caught my eye. Where had the second blade come from? All this time, he’d only ever wielded his black sword—a singular weapon that was as much a part of him as his shadows and secrets. But here he was, clutching two blades, both with a murderous gleam that promised no mercy. The vampire was full of surprises, secre

In their hands, they wielded weapons forged from wicked intentions. Zilver unsheathed his sword, its blade shimmering in the moonlight, crafted entirely from silver. It was a weapon designed to combat the unholy forces they now faced. Beside him, Eskaal wielded an equally impressive silver sword, the two warriors prepared to wage a battle against the vampire horde. The vampires hissed and snarled as they closed in, their grotesque faces contorted with malevolence. With a shared glance, Zilver and Eskaal charged forward, their silver blades cutting through the night air with a haunting sound.

she explained to me. When she removed something out of her cloak, she revealed a golden sword to me. It also had a golden crown tattooed on the end of its tip, which was very stunning to behold. "This is known as Vampiran, the sword of the vampire queens," says the narrator. "When the previous vampire queen has passed away, I pay a visit to each of the new queens and gift them this sword," she explained to me. "Wait a minute, you used to give this sword to my mother," says the narrator. I was taken aback and responded to her, "Wow."

“That we really don’t have much to go on. That no matter what we plan, it’s suicide.” He nodded but stood up as Max came in the room, carrying a large metal box. I walked over to him and looked down. I had scrawled VP on the top to separate the weapons I used for vampires or werewolves or humans. Max was nice enough to get it up from the basement. Opening it, I surveyed my stash. Two swords, forged in holy water. Four knives, also forged in holy water. Eight grenades, while not forged in holy water, they had a compound that the Vampire Hunters Guild concocted. It reacted the same as sunlight to newborn vampires. Burnt every vampire to a crisp.

I tell him as he lunges for the vampire again, suddenly a knife comes seemingly out of nowhere and plunges into the side of Kylo. Kylo grabs the vampires arm and tears a large chunk out of it before collapsing in a heap, the pain too much to bear, he whimpers and everything starts to spin and goes black. MATHIAS POV The hybrid thought I was a normal vampire, exactly what I wanted, the knife ,which I had hidden in my back pocket, was ingrained with wolfsbane, I stabbed it into his side and watched as he collapsed and passed out from the pain. I left the knife in the wolf's side, taking it out would remove the effects of the wolfsbane and he was strong, too strong for me to take on with the wo

she answered. "But he'll wake up soon, right?" I asked her, and she giggled at me. "Of course! He's a pure-blood vampire, and besides, they could not pull out his heart," Ash confidently answered as she pointed at the most extensive stitch in Daniel's chest. "His heart?" I asked, and she nodded. "Pureblood vampires will only die once their heart has been pulled out of their bodies," Ash explained, making me feel relieved, knowing that Daniel would wake up soon.

With a mere flick of his wrist, the vampire disintegrated into ash, a scream of agony dying in the air before it even began. Levy and Leon were right behind him, blades drawn. Levy's sword was a blur of motion, slicing through the air with deadly precision. His first strike took down two vampires, their bodies crumbling under the force of his attack. Leon was no less formidable, his strikes powerful and unrelenting as he cut through the remaining enemies.