Vampire Swords Novels & Stories

] "Everyone has their own custom-made swords here. They have to make one themselves, and the sword's power will be depended on the MANA of the vampire that creates it. The larger the power, the stronger the sword is" [Can I see your sword?] I asked very excitedly. I definitely know that my eyes must be glowing. Swords, daggers, etc. give me a very good feeling. The best topic I can listen to, for hours" "Later," he said and closed the carrier. So petty. He always does this. Now I am even more curious. I want to see his sword.

The war raged on, a battle of power and soul, each stroke striking like a crescendo amid the storm. My trembling palm clutched Xavier's sword, a relic of power that pulsed with an energy I didn't understand. The blade became an extension of my will as the Demon leaped at me with murderous intent. The sword clashed with its opponent's blade in a dance of survival, each strike mirroring the ferocious struggle for power.

More precisely, it affects the opponent's mentality. Weapon: Mystical sword in the form of a long sword that is usually wielded with two hands. Ginny's long sword when placed in an upright position, its height exceeds Ginny's height slightly. As explained in the previous {Extra Chapter}, all mystical weapons are the result of the forced insertion of demon race spirits implanted into a weapon. All of them have curses that can be used against vampires. The difference with ordinary weapons, if a vampire is cut down with an ordinary sword, they can regenerate their body again as long as the detached body part can still be reattached. If a vampire is slashed with a mystical sword, then the part t

Did she hate being a vampire so much that she'd done the exact thing that would cause her to be put to death? I looked at the sword that lay across the council table. It was the one piece of silver that was handled by any and all of us. Its handle was gold and embedded with priceless jewels while the blade was heavy and of the purest sterling silver. A human would have a difficult time welding it, but we handled it with ease. I forced my eyes away from it and focused on the trial, the outcome a foregone conclusion.

It was filled with copper, silver and gold royals, all to help supply them while they sought out allies. After Boro said his farewell and accepted the money, he quickly made himself busy checking out the two pack horses. He wanted to give Littume and Lord Jetir space for there farewells. He saw Jetir give his son a firm hug and share a few words with him. Then he saw Lord Jetir unwrap the cloth and from it pulled out an ornate brown and gold scabbard. The scabbard was too thick to belong to a rapier, and too wide to be a katan, the long slightly curved, single edge style sword that Boro himself used. This one was as wide as the width of his palm and had two edges to it. A broadblade, an olde

He had a knife in one hand and a piece of wood in the other. It brought me great joy to see that. When he noticed, he smiled and I returned it. "Bon, let's spar." Joanna went to her horse and pulled her sword from its covering. Arthur and Lance removed theirs as well. Christopher and I hadn't packed any weapons. As vampires, we didn't have need. Except when I battled the assassins, of course. But when I fought them, the swords just appeared. Along with the swords, I was given special abilities to use them as well. Or maybe they were a part of me. At this point I didn't know where I ended and the quest for the crown pieces began.

In unison. I have noticed when different Vampires make deals that they require various forms of agreement. A blood oath is only natural for the meanest vampire in the kingdom. Most people will shy away from slitting their hands open and mixing blood with Leon. What those people don’t know is that Leon’s blood will heal your wound almost instantly. His word will also gain you access to a version of him that can be terrifying and wonderful to have at your side.

I had to get rid of him just like I had to get rid of the rest of Moon Shadow. I licked my lips and searched for a weapon nearby. One of the vampires’ clothes from earlier was there. I pulled out the short sword and groaned at how heavy it was. My hands burned, and I realized that it was probably made out of silver. I shuddered. How had that vampire been able to wield it then? Had they all been royal family members?

one snarled, baring his fangs. “She bleeds just like the rest of them,” another jeered. Elion raised his hand, halting them. His face twisted with disdain. “A sword won’t save you, Jennifer. You’re still only flesh and bone. Alone.” Jennifer’s lips curved into a cold smile. “You should pray I was only flesh and bone.” The first vampire lunged, claws outstretched, fast, vicious. Jennifer swung. The sword sang through the air, cutting true. The moment the blade pierced his chest, the vampire’s scream split the cavern. His body convulsed, then collapsed into a cloud of ash at her feet.

A bloody esophagus hung out as his blood sprayed out in a torrent. "Holy mother..." Persephone rushed towards her room. She needed to get her ancient sword. The one which was given to her by the sorcerer. She kicked open the door and her eyes zeroed in on her weapon, she jumped for it and stumbled as a menacing, strong-looking vampire who was way too handsome for being a villain blocked her path. "Going for this," he asked as he grabbed the sword and pulled it out of the sheath. "I don't think you're going to be using this pretty sword today Vampyre.