Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter Novels & Stories

Lucius signalled to his soldiers and two of them dragged out a person from cage they dragged. Linus' eyes narrowed at the creature, a blood sucker. "You see," Lucius announced smugly, "I have eyes and ears everywhere and I overheard you and your boy saying it's not him but his brother. Now, now, that must be me you were referring to, isn't it?" Linus gritted his teeth in anger, his blazing eyes going to the guns the soldiers held. What kind of instrument did they create that immediately blasted a vampire into shreds?

Imani reminded us. I'm surprised I didn't catch on sooner - Hezekiah. It was him. That sly, sneaky, lying, no good son of a bitch. It was him and I knew it. I knew it the moment the word 'bloodsucker' was brought into the conversation. That fucker tricked me in order to get into the house; seduced me in order to steal the seal. And all of this for whom? None other than goddamn Abraham - the vampire that Hezekiah swore he was on bad terms with. Fuck, fuck, fucking shit, I'm fucked.

They are both fantastic with Dylan at this point. “Do you approve the wedding of the two?” Francisco seriously asked him. He gets the knife from the apple then throws it to his lord. Lincoln doesn’t talk for a moment until his lips twitch as he leans on the white wall. His jaw is tightening from the question of the man beside him. He chuckles lightly in response to his ridiculous idea. They all know that Lincoln is a homophobic type of person, and he hates Dylan. “From what I could see. I cannot turn back from my motto,” the oldest Vozinelik utters.

The guy reasons out but he was cut off when Lincoln hit him in the back of his head causing him to hiss in pain. "I'm starting to regret letting you out of the cellar, Fabian." Lincoln's words exploded like a bomb in front of me. I can't help but gasp and my eyes widen when a realization suddenly hits me. I look at the man that Lincoln just called Fabian. I suddenly remember what Michael has told me when we were in the lake earlier. Fabian is Lincoln's mate who happens to be a vampire, and he's also their brother. Well, that explains his pale white skin and why he looks like Edward, he's indeed a vampire. "Hey, sorry I missed the baby shower, Freya. I was just busy with something." Lincoln s

~NARRATION GAP~ In a realm where vampires and werewolves coexist, Lily, a young werewolf, discovers her unique power as a Guardian. She forms a deep bond with Adrian, a vampire, despite their species' historic rivalry. Their love is forbidden but they continue to defy the odds and stay together. Lily's father, Henry, is the leader of the werewolf grove, and tensions rise as the vampire coven threatens war against the werewolves. Adrian is caught in the middle, suspected of aiding the captured vampire, Ethan, leading to his detention and impending execution.

Lisanna started telling Cassandra everything she knew. “Those boys following them are Jet Crane, he is a warlock, Liam Wright, a werewolf from the West, and Oliver Hunt, a vampire. Jet currently ranked number 4 while Liam was 5, and Oliver was the second,” Lisanna said. Cassandra listened intently. “And those mean girls are Judith Lockhart, a witch, Krystal Knight, a vampire, and Joana Redwood. Joana was also a vampire and she was obsessed with First,” Lisanna mumbled. She ate the remaining piece for her food while looking fat Cassandra's reaction in front of her.

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.

"This is NYPD, raise your hands or we'll shoot you!" Archie's boisterous announcement startled me to the point that the photo slips out of my hand. But before anyone could notice the photo, I quickly step on it with my hands raised to the sky. So is Maverick, especially when they all cock their guns in unison. I may be fast but the speed of their bullets moves faster than my vampire. And if given the chance one of their bullets penetrates some crucial parts of my body, such as the brain or heart, my remaining lifeline could have been useless.

Amira, a young woman of ethereal beauty, lay in peaceful slumber upon the silken sheets, her chest rising and falling with each tranquil breath. Drawn to her like a moth to a flame, the vampire approached with a hushed reverence. His eyes, filled with a mixture of desire and longing, beheld her delicate features, bathed in the moon's tender caress. His heart, frozen in time, quickened with anticipation.

I looked away from her and sighed. "Why does she stink?" "She urinated on herself, my Lord," the vampire in charge of prisoners replied. I fisted my hands on my waist and paced around the place. "Why is she in my presence?" The vampire opened his mouth to speak, but I was uninterested in his explanation. I was beside him in a flash and drove my hand into his chest, ripping out his heart. He crumpled to the floor, and I tossed the bundle of nerves aside while the humans whimpered in fear. I was used to killing stupid men that were incompetent, and I wanted to make sure that humans saw how brutal I was, so they would never try their rebellion.