Vampire Swords Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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?

The vampires made a growling sound, releasing their razor-sharp fangs, and dashed towards him like a pair of snakes. He would not die by their hands. Besides, he was far stronger. Silver swiped his hand as fast as he could. A long and thin diagonal blade of water shot out of his hand. The trick was to make it dense and as thin as possible. The blade moved incredibly fast. The blade sliced vampires in half before they knew what hit them. Both of them dropped like a shack of meat, blood and insides spilling out of them. I… I just killed them.

He swayed to the center of those warriors, then crouched down on the ground, panting heavily, two of his warriors were helping to treat the wounds on his body. He was surrounded by vampire warriors, and when I walked out, his eyes saw me too, then a crazy laugh came out from his mouth. “That damn sword is powerful. All my warriors attack Zayne, whoever grabs the sword in his hands and gives him whatever he wishes.” His voice seemed like a stone dropped in water, in this instant the same greedy light appeared in the eyes of the vampire warriors. And then they charged towards me with intent. Their number was great, but in spite of that I didn't even flinch.