Vampire Swords Novels & Stories

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.

Millions of Nightmares of all classes are gathered in front of a pitch black castle. Above the stairs are thirteen commanders, each wearing a white mask and carrying a Muerte Sword. Muerte Swords or Death Swords are the same as a Dark Crystal Sword that the Crimson Eyed Warriors use. The difference is that they do not dematerialize and they are capable of sucking the soul of their victim. These souls will add to the sword's strength and will pass the knowledge and skills of the victim's soul to its wielder. There are only 13 Muerte Swords in the Nightmare Empire and they are given to 13 compatible wielders.

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.

The words hiss out of my mouth at the same time the blankets burst into dark flame. There’s a second shrill scream as the vampire who’d trapped me in my bed lights up, and flailing wildly, tumbles to the floor when I shove. He’s already shriveling and blackened by the time I get to my feet. Summoning a triple-bladed dark urumi, a sword with flexible metal blades, one for each hand, I make for the door, listening to the sounds of the house. By the time I open it, the fight is hot around us. Below me in the combined kitchen family room, what furniture isn’t ablaze is broken and I can hear more of them are in the house.

I didn’t even blink. My hands moved to the twin blades at my sides—obsidian-forged, curved, deadly. I’d carved the hilts with my own blood the night before I came here. I didn’t name them. They weren’t sacred. They were efficient. The beast let out a roar that shook the arena. Dust spilled from the balconies. I heard nobles flinch. Someone screamed. I ran straight toward it. No hesitation. No waiting for orders. Let the vampires see this clearly.

I almost wasn't able to stop myself but I knew I had to for her own sake. Vampires can see other people's emotions but they cannot feel them. We are naturally emotionless creatures that don't feel things. That's why vampires are one of the most dangerous creatures you could meet because they're completely merciless. The only emotion they're able to feel is lust. I have a few that I can feel specifically because I'm cursed to be the protector but others couldn't. For example the hurt I was able to feel when Maya assumed I was the one who injured her. I was her protector and she should've known that I would never hurt her in any way. Those are the kind of emotions that comes with the curse of

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

I smiled and jumped forward. Swinging my swords, I attacked the vampire in front of me. He was quick but not as quick as Victor was. My blade caught the edge of his arm as he spun away. My thrusts and slashes came ferociously and I sliced toward him. Nasir was keeping the other vampire busy. The growls from the other warriors got closer as Bucho came back to help. With him leading, I watched as two feral wolves rammed into the group of warriors, foaming at the mouth.

Its body crumpled to the ground, lifeless. Zane moved like a whirlwind, his blade cutting through the air in a deadly arc. His weapon sliced through two vampires in one swift motion, severing limbs and heads with precision. The creatures shrieked as their bodies collapsed, their flesh turning to ash before they could even hit the ground. The wind carried the dust away, but their eerie, glowing eyes still haunted the battlefield as more vampires stepped forward, their hunger unrelenting.

A few vampires stared closely at Gerald and Juno, making sounds with their mouths incessantly. The two of them had been entirely targeted by the few vampires. During the next second, the few vampires launched an attack at the two of them one after another. They rushed at the two of them by baring their fangs and brandishing their claws. Gerald decisively drew out his Astrabyss Sword and made a slash swiftly. Soon a vampire who rushed up to them first was slashed in two by the Astrabyss Sword in Gerald’s hand directly. Blood gushed out everywhere.