Vampire Swords Novels & Stories

"Where did you-" "Finally, I found it mate. Soul reaper is mine." Terry let out his usual dark chuckle. That knife is soul reaper. "Now, should I kill you first and then go for her next?" he asked Alex and his words rang through my mind a million times before it all came crashing down. Wait-wait, there is no way that this knife can kill a vampire right? It can't be, there is-

The respite was brief, as the remaining ones closed in. A third vampire, armed with a wicked-looking sword, advanced with calculated movements. I seized a broken wooden chair, swinging it in a wide arc to parry the blade. The impact sent vibrations through my arms, but the improvised weapon held firm. The vampire with the silver dagger circled me, attempting to exploit my momentary distraction. I spun, using the chair as a shield to deflect the dagger's thrusts. With a calculated move, I disarmed the vampire, sending the silver weapon skittering across the floor. The sword-wielding vampire pressed the attack with another sword, slashing with deadly precision. I blocked it with the chair, the

He already knows what is wrong but he still needs to confirm. He studied the young woman's wounds. There are scratches around her arms and legs. Probably from the dragging by her predators. Jones is a vampire but after years of practicing self-control, he managed to make his senses devoid of any scent. If his guess was true, then this woman's blood wouldn't affect him no matter how addictive her blood is.

For example, for the vampire, he was fighting with, and it seems like Ferin put his clone vampires to fight pure vampires. Vander was sure the vampires were only a small part of Ferin's subordinates. Ferin must have grouped his men on several levels. "Do you need a sword?" Darren smiled crookedly. He showed a sword slung at his right waist. Darren's hands each held a sword. Vander shook his head. His younger brother is crazy. Vander rolled his eyes. "Don't act too much, Darren." "This makes it easier for me to kill them all." Darren laughed haughtily.

Samantha stood in chains. She was held tight by several vampires who grabbed her arms roughly as they dragged her through the huge chamber. The room had become a slaughterhouse. Everywhere she looked, she saw thousands of vampire corpses, her former coven-members, their blood now pooling all over the floor, chopped into pieces by Kyle and his cursed Sword. That Sword held power beyond what she’d imagined.

I deserted them. I was harsh but then, I had already lost Iris. I couldn't bear to lose any of them too. It would break my entire being. I went to my study and got the sword. It was a silver sharp sword that could slice anything in two with one strike. This was the only thing that could get rid of that old vampire. "Just wait for me, grandfather. You will finally die by my hand." I swore.

She believed sometimes knowledge and curiosity would put someone's life at risk and she didn't want to drag anyone along with her crazy obsession about supernatural beings. With her secret collection, she knew that the prominent kind residing with humans were vampires. They were categorized in three categories. Pureblooded were those who were born as vampires with parents who were both vampires, they were the strongest. Turned vampires, humans who went through transition. And half-vampires, those who were fruits of the union of vampires and humans.

humans thought we are devoid of emotions, only if they knew. Next, I opened a secret vault in the back of the closet behind piles of clothes and took out another rectangular box. I open it carefully and look at the silver dagger with contempt and disgust. It's a beautifully crafted weapon I must agree but a fatal one for humans and nocturnals alike. While a well-aimed strike can bleed the life out of a human, a mere slash can burn a vampire's skin and make them wish for death.

Lisanna said and held her Cassandra’s hand, but she just smiled at the poor witch. “This is my last question. Who was First?” Cassandra muttered. Instantly, Lisanna paled. “It was forbidden to mention his name,” Lisanna said. Cassandra couldn’t help but frown at her friend. “Oh, come on! That's ridiculous. Tell me his name, already,” Cassandra insisted. Lisanna nervously looked around her and leaned closer. She looked at Cassandra with her blue eyes and spoke. “Sebastian Alistair Blood. He is the vampire prince, or simply known as First.”

she said looking at her hands "I would have scolded Rebecca to be with you, instead of trying to part her from you" "She's not safe with me" "She was probably the safest with you!" Danté grit his teeth and looked at the sword on the table, now a new horizon opened up, Nosferatu? Creatures similar to vampires but evil, did Vlad know of them? Did he try and slay them? The words of his sword also in Celtic writing drew his attention and he brushed a speck of blood from it, so this was the real Excalibur?