Novel & Cerita Vampire Swords

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.

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.

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.

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

"By the time he figures it out, it’ll be too late." "Six million!" someone else called, desperation in their voice. I raised my glass of champagne lazily. "Seven." The vampire lord who had started the bid cursed under his breath, shaking his head as he sat back in defeat. "Sold!" The gavel struck again, and the auction continued. Weapon after weapon, I outbid every contender, reclaiming everything that belonged to me. A set of enchanted throwing knives designed to disrupt lycanthropic transformations. A short sword capable of absorbing the life force of anyone it struck. A rune-inscribed gauntlet that created impenetrable energy shields.

The werewolf looked at him with a calm, all-observing look. “Okay, take your measurements.” He handed the sword to the blacksmith. He received it with trembling reverence. It was the first time he held such a weapon in his hands. It was said that the great masters of the Vistols create their swords miraculously, but only with the help of magic. His gaze suddenly caught on another sword on the boy's belt. A prickly cold immediately ran through my body. He saw only the hilt, but that was enough. This sword was also familiar to him. Gloom, horror and inevitable death, these were the only associations that fit this weapon. It was not part of the living world, it came from the world of shadows...