First-Person POV Fantasy Web Novels & Hunter Forbidden Love Stories

After the era of elder vampires has came to an end Silver cross hunter Danté Exavier is stuck as a sweeper, there to clean up all the bitten vampires still roaming around. One day a mission to identify a hybrid sends him on a new path, learning not only is Rebecca as normal as can be, but he also started liking her. The Silver cross doesn't allow its hunters to love saying its dead weight, Rachel Vladimir the mother of the assassination organization has implemented strict laws against it. Will Danté break his silver shackles and choose Rebecca over the Cross? Or will he stick to his thirteen year routine imprinted like religion and hunt her down?

When Shawn left San Frease for a chance with his mother he never expected to find himself in the midst of vampires let alone expect to be the center piece to some ancient feud. All he wanted was a new beginning with as little as no mistakes but old habits die hard and he can't help the fact that he is drawn to the Storms, especially Kayla Storm, the century year old vampire who plagued his thoughts. Somehow he was a part of their lives and they would have to be part of his new life. When people begin to go missing in the seemingly sleepy town of WhiSare, Shawn and Kayla uncover a plot that is a threat to mankind. But their problems are fast from over when a group of self proclaimed Vampire Hunters from school uncover the true identity of the Storms, threatening to expose them for who they really are. Samantha Reid, leader of the vampire hunters has a bone to pick with the Storms. Her quest for revenge would lead her to the discovery of DeShawn Hunter's true lineage. The first ancient family Vampire Hunters. But Shawn is torn between his bond with Kayla and the killer instincts raging in his blood against her kind. With all these forces against them will they be able to quickly uncover the identities of their enemies before time runs out?

“I hate you.” I force my head up until I'm glaring into those green eyes. “I. Hate. You.” For the briefest moment, something shifts in those dead eyes, but it's gone before I can decide whether I imagined it. And maybe I did. Maybe I'm just desperate for proof that I'd gotten under his skin. He looks down at me, and all I see is that same cold expression. No. I imagined it. My fists. My words. My hatred. None of it reached him. Nothing I ever do will be enough to reach whatever is left of him. “Are you finished?” --- Eira Vale has spent her entire life hunting vampires. Becoming one of their prisoners was never part of the plan. Captured by Kaine Wroth—the ancient vampire feared by both humans and his own kind—Eira is dragged into a world where escape seems impossible. Worse, the mark he leaves on her neck convinces his household that she isn't a captive at all... They believe she's his future queen. Forced to play along to stay alive, Eira searches for a way out while plotting Kaine's death. But the longer she remains in his manor, the more impossible Kaine becomes to understand. He doesn't want her blood. He wants something else—something he believes only she can give him. And if he's right... everything Eira believes about herself is a lie.