Vampire Swords Novels & Stories

Great, he was drunk! He stumbled out of the darkness, into the pale moonlight. He was, from what I could discern between the shadows covering his appearance, beautiful. He had thick, dark black hair which hung messily in his face and eyes the colour of gold which peered through his silky strands of hair. His sharp white fangs shone brilliantly in the light. He looked about eighteen, though, he could have been one hundred. Vampires aged up to a certain point and then they ceased to age entirely, preserving their youthful appearances for an eternity. There was, however, something familiar about this vampire. I knew I’d seen him before. I just... Could not quite place him. The dim forest wasn’t

He didn’t look concerned but he didn't look too happy either "What’s wrong with that sword?" "Those swords are made from silver. Commonly used during our civil wars when we tried to kill each other. Our version of kryptonite and even holding it is dangerous. The only way for vampires to hold them is by gripping the gold end. It won’t be fatal to royalties but it will leave a mark on them and it will definitely hurt like hell. It will take time for them to heal and before that were to happen, both man has to withstand the pain while they are fighting for their life." "You really think they would kill each other for me?" Her eyes widen with fear.

At last, our spies come walking into the office. "Alpha, Luna, we are back. The vampires are practicing. They practiced with swords. The swords have silver blades. We saw Iona and Daniela also practicing. We do not know what they are planning, but their witches are doing all kinds of magic on the swords," One of the spies says.

“Sanguis Umbra... arise.” From my back, wings exploded—jagged, glass-like constructs of obsidian laced with crimson veins. The sky flickered with lightning as the blood in my veins answered my call. A hiss escaped my lips as my sword appeared—Crimson Mourning—forged in the underworld and fed with the souls of fallen enemies. The blade thrummed in my hand, alive, hungry. All around us, the wizards unleashed their spells. Lightning, flame, frost—chaotic and furious. But I moved with the grace of a phantom, slicing through the spells as I charged forward.

It was going to crush them all and tear them to pieces! The crocodile did another death-roll, its huge tail slapping on the surface of the swamp. Then, it lunged forward again at high speed. “Awooo!” “Huff, huff!” Just then, four swords jumped out from the void, instantly appearing in front of the giant crocodile. These were the first four swords of Alex’s Dragon's Bane of Thirty-Six! The Sword of the Universe! The Seven Blades of Death! The Breaking Point! The Greedy Wolf!

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

"Bloodletting when the vampire is dying." ###

Not until I had the power to protect her, not just from my uncle, but from the cruelty of circumstance. The air In the chamber seemed to thicken as I forced myself to breathe, the vampire instincts coiling inside me. Hunger, aggression, and the primal urge to strike pulsed beneath my skin. I crushed the impulse into submission. Strategy first. Patience first. Princess Victoria would come to those who controlled the shadows, not those who acted in blind fury.

But there was also a tiny scent of scorched earth mixing in with his scent. He would surely die, the black is just as poisonous as the the xonarva river. His rage had completely taken over his form, even his speed had slightly increased because of this. I dragged the blades of my swords against each other as I braced for impact. They sounded like two metal swords should, but they weren't metal swords. They were made of ice. I set the swords and Ethos's Lycan rammed straight into them. His beast went wild, fighting to get a chunk of me but the length of my swords wouldn't let him, he clawed and clawed viciously at my arms but I wouldn't let you and I wouldn't let a single tear leave my eyes.

They watched silently, allowing me to get all my anger out. I heard the clattering of a blade being thrown beside me. I glanced at the silver blade that sat beside me; it must have been thrown by one of the warriors. I grabbed the blade and held it to the throat of this new vampire. He looked at me through his swollen and bleeding eyes, no ounce of remorse in them. “Y…you… can’t… keep her… safe…” he sputtered as more blood pooled in his mouth. I gritted my teeth and lowered myself, so I was at eye level with him, keeping the blade in place against his throat with one and the other hand gripping the top of his hair.