Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter Novels & Stories

44- Talvin POV The fire is a fantastic size, much like the love that I know Mom and Lawler have for one another. Looking to where Sydney stands, I allow my mind to drift to what she said about me being a vampire. A few things make me question if I am human or not, but are they enough to consider me a vampire? I don’t recall ever needing a transplant of any kind that would have proven my DNA, not for one parent or another, nor do I think I am adopted. I have seen my birth certificate before, and everything seems to be expected. My thoughts come to a drastic halt as Hildi from the local coffee shop comes out with a platter of coffee, and I am immediately drawn to her.

I locked eyes with Damien. “The Vampire and The Hunter.” I said. He smiled at me. “How ironic.” He replied as he ran his fingers across the mark. It sent a tingling feeling shooting through my chest. “It’s so beautiful.” I said. “It suits us perfectly.” Damien replied. “I’m going to take a bath and try and get some of my strength back.” I said. Damien nodded.

Devin sighed and gave me a pity look. “He’ll come around.” He assured me. “In the meantime, it’s a beautiful day and the sun is up. You wanna go for a walk?” he asked and shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal, only if he knew what he just did. He just invited a vampire for a walk, in the sun. Good thing I’m a day lighter. “Sure.” I said and stood up from the chair I was seated. “So, what do you wanna talk about?” He asked swinging his arms beside him while staring at my face making me a little more uncomfortable than I already am.

“So Jones hired you to kill my entire pack.” I nodded. “Yes.” I didn’t elaborate. He had a smirk on his face. “Did he at least warn you? You know what we are, right?” I shrugged. “Werewolves. I’m a werewolf hunter.” “A pretty good one, from what I hear. No, my darling. We’re Lycans.” I must have looked doubtful because he snickered. “I’m surprised he didn’t tell you. I know he knows.”

I gritted my teeth and readied my gun, shooting each of them with precision. Sadie cried out in agony as I hit her arm with a bullet, but my attempt to finish her off was interrupted by a gunshot that almost hit my flank. "Shit!" I cursed under my breath, realizing that Sinaloas were using silver bullets, making it even more dangerous for me to be reckless. They knew my nature well, probably because their boss was also a vampire, albeit one who fed on human blood. Our kind was different from his. I quickly took cover behind another barrel to avoid getting hit.

"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."

Connor defended himself—even he can’t speak straight. “You ginger, don’t be full of yourself. I need to teach you a lesson right in front of your loyal companions,” Lincoln’s voice is so cold and terrifying. Agent Purple goes to his mafia boss as he gives him a stick. A thin stick. However, when Lincoln gets his hands on it—it turns into a latigo. “MILORD!” Robert keeps on shouting, but he has no powers to stop the oldest Vozinelik. Lincoln looks back on his shoulder with a glare.

I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clench my trembling hands into fists. "What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?" "I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had surv

I immediately pulled out the knife behind my leg and throw it at the werewolf attacking in front. I quickly glanced at the one who hasn’t transformed yet but he doesn’t even budge, he is just watching. I grabbed this chance to throw one of my knives but his reflex in a human form is greater than I thought. He caught the knife and stared at the engraved symbol. “The famous clan of Ambrose,” he muttered but I didn’t pay any attention because we are now being outnumbered by these monsters. Rendall and I stopped attacking for a second and weigh the situation we are in. I was about to cover Rendall when I felt a hard thing bump into the back of my head. I touched it as I am slowly losing my balan

The dark magic stung his hand and sizzled up his arm, burning his veins as it slithered into his body. Lincoln grinned, even as he lifted him off his feet. “Say it again. Call Layla a bitch one more time.” His fingers tightened and the grin fell off Lincoln’s face. “Your Majesty!” Hugo shouted. The vampires that had been waiting appeared behind him in a flash. Something sharp sliced into his side, but he side-stepped and turned before it went deeper. Without missing a beat, he slashed his free hand across the vampire's throat and pulled the silver blade from his side. The second vampire's body fell at his feet.