Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter Novels & Stories

Something that defied lineage and prophecy alike. A vampire who would burn the world for one human. Gabriel’s smile faltered for the first time. “Impossible,” he whispered. Adrian bared his fangs. “Let’s find out.” And he charged.

"She was the one who told me what werewolves were really called and why they decided to do such things." "According to the story, werewolves attack part of humans to blood beings, to..." he nodded. "That's a falsehood that writers accommodated to their whim. The truth is that the Unticinak are beings that protect the blood beings. They don't have that much difference from all of them, Elijah. Both the Unticinak and the vampires are souls that remain attached to the same being to whom they were sold." "He doesn't say that in any book. I'm disappointed that they lie like that," Za laughed a little at his indignation. "That doesn't make me laugh."

The vampire that killed Ethan blurted out but his calm expression was broken into one of fear. “You are the vampire that hunts vampires!” This realization forced him to immediately try and retreat but that was not possible because the only thing that left that position was his body, not his head. The difference in their ability was that vast as he had been decapitated before he even realized that he was without a head. “Vampire hunter? That’s vulgar. Please, call me Liam,” The man said to the head in his hand.

He would find Laura and bring her home. He looked around, and he couldn’t see anything. His fingers went through his hair again, as he tried to think of what next to do. Her scent was so intense now, and he was closer. But, he didn’t believe that she would be able to go deeper on her own. It didn’t make sense at all. There was something off about the whole thing. For a second, he stopped breathing. Vampires were known to lure their victims into the dark. The worst was, the humans never really knew that they were dancing to the tune of another person. Sometimes, they use animals for their operations. Lin was a lover of snakes.

That young Vampire's father had called the upcoming war The Mass. Hillary was a soldier at the time and in a conflict between Vampires and these set of raging Humans, he saw the young Vampire who was innocent and decided to help him to his father. Although, the Young's Vampire father wasn't an appreciative one, so he drained all of Hillary's blood and left him just enough to stay alive and watch as the world faded away.

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a silver glow over the Eclipse Pack territory. Alpha Shane Lincoln, a formidable werewolf with a commanding presence, stood on the elevated platform at the heart of the pack's settlement. His piercing eyes surveyed the pack members gathered before him, their expressions a mix of concern and determination. "My fellow pack members," Shane began, his voice resonating through the crisp night air. "We have received troubling news. Vampires, our ancient adversaries, have launched a series of attacks in neighboring cities – Greenhills, South Shore, and beyond."

"We found his body in an abandoned hut in the forest. Abraham still lived but his mind was an empty shell. It was as if someone had entered his head and destroyed every single part of him. He was nothing but a living corpse, all that he had been was just gone. Dante did the kindest thing for him. He took his head and we gave him a funeral pyre. Whoever, or whatever, had done this thing to Abraham was powerful beyond all measure." She knew tears slipped down her cheeks, but she was not ashamed. Abraham deserved to be mourned and remembered. These people had to understand what they were up against. "Somehow, my beautiful friend managed to hold out against this power. He was able to hide Dante'

Her father. Cameron Allistar White had been a soldier in the American Civil War when he was mortally wounded and left for dead. A nomadic vampire, searching for an easy meal, had begun to drain him—only to be interrupted by a clean-up crew retrieving fallen soldiers. The vampire fled before he could finish, leaving behind a man who was neither dead nor fully human. His heart still beating when the venom flooded his veins.

Author's POV Abigail's bright eyes sparkled with a hint of excitement as she began to explain the origins of the twin hunters. "Yes, the hunters originally were neither witches nor vampires," she said, her slender fingers gesturing emphatically. "They were just normal, ordinary human hunters. Weak, slow, and not that fearsome, but they have always hated vampires greatly, so they had a very powerful witch turn them into a weapon, the ultimate weapon to destroy vampires."

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.