Vampire Swords Novels & Stories

Over the dark clothes, the brunette wore a blue sleeveless vest with gold plaques, as well as a scarlet bandage-belt on his hips, also decorated with the sign of Kitoriya, to which was attached a long sword in a carved black and blue sheath. "Night Raven" was a gift for her pet. The sword was forged by one of the best craftsmen in Norfwold, who served the Hunters. The blade was a unique alloy of metals that allowed it to easily cut ordinary steel. In contrast to the bright blue hilt sparkling with sapphires, the blade of the sword looked discreet and had a matte, dull black sheen. Kitoria smiled and extended her hand to the vampire, which he took in his palms, pressing a passionate kiss to t

She gave him another look and couldn’t take her eyes off him. “How come he looks so damn attractive even when he’s sleeping peacefully?” She wondered aloud incredulously. She kept staring at the man and suddenly noticed the family crest on its bow, where she encountered a familiar symbol, she had only seen in classic vampire movies. “Why is this sort of scenario giving me a vampire movie vibe?” And she was about to check herself the ankh circa out of morbid curiosity, but when she touched it, something pricked her finger and caused it to bleed.

“Look here are the bottles you smash into the vampires or submerge your weapon in when attacking. I labeled them, and they are Purple V for the vampires. Green Z for Zombies are what I used to help at least subdue them. However, I don't know how effective it may work on them due to their makeup.” “Amber that is terrific. I looked up some information my good friend Marco had provided me about attacking them. He said chopping off their head and burning them has been working so far. However, he told me they are very strong, very resilient, and seem driven by orders.” Alex adds while examining her bottles of mixtures she had put together.

And in the middle, on a stone bridge that spanned the torrent, stood Leigh’s father. Lord Valerius was a tall, lean man like a hardened sapling. He wore no armor, only a worn leather jerkin over a grey tunic. His hair was more silver than black, tied back. He held no weapon. He stood alone on the bridge, facing Gryffen’s army, a solitary figure of calm authority.

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

Nick and I nodded, “Do you accept your position as queen of the vampires and relinquish your life to the vampires as a hybrid?” “Yes.” “NO!” Mara yelled, but we continued, “Do you accept her as your queen, lover and mate?” Mandy asked Nick, he nodded, “Yes.” She took a knife and cut my hand first and then Nick’s, “This is the blood oath, this will bind your souls together for eternity.” She then muttered words in another language that sounded romanian or greek. She then placed our hands together and Nick bit my neck; I winced at the sudden pain but it soon disappeared

Chapter 5: Red Eyes It was a bright new day, a sunny one which humans loved, but the vampires hated the most. In order to avoid sunburns, Alexander wore his special ring, a ring designed for the vampires which protected them from sunlight like an invisible shield. Every registered vampire in the vampire realm would get that ring, which was known as Emerald because of the emerald stone encased in the ring.

Cain stretched his arms out at his sides, a dual sword in each hand. The pommels were silver, swirling and curving like crescent moons as they inched down the obsidian blades. His dark hair cascaded down his shoulders. When paired with the armor and swords, Cain looked as deadly as a warrior for the House Viotto should.

And he couldn’t stand it. Upcoming swords meet the ice, the power in his veins unrelenting as he growled and his golden eyes turned the deepest shade of red before he sliced their limbs. He draw more blades from his hands, frozen knives sticking to their eyes, throat, or straight to their hearts, and the warriors fell.

Screams emanated from her mouth as the lamp fell to the ground, its contents spilling onto the floor. She held up her tunic and ran as fast as she could out of the basement and to the empress' quarters. Sebastian and Aurora were just getting prepared to confront the vampires. Sebastian sat on the bed and watched as she practiced her sword moves. "Swords may not do much good with them," he said. "I do know," she panted, slashing and piercing the air. "And I do not intend to have them killed, they are my people." "I understand," she breathed out, stabbing the air. She paused, her eyes narrowing at him.