Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter Novels & Stories

None of them were giving me the answers I needed. Well, I guess the answers that I wanted. What I wanted was a do-able answer for me. An answer that would let me keep Khloe with me forever, but I haven't been getting a whole lot of ways for that to happen. I looked into any history of a human being turned into a vampire, but there were only two records of that happening. And both happened by the human receiving the blood of a High Lord. From the High Lord himself. Which seemed easy enough, but I don't know any Lord that would be anywhere near willing to do that.

It is terribly unfair. Another weird thing that I found after being mated to Atlas is that there are many vampires around us whom I was never aware of before. Now, I can easily identify them, and honestly, it is not that hard when you get subtle bows from random people around you. Apparently, it is not a secret in his world that he has found his soul.

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.

He raised his head, watching Anabelle fight. The small size of the steppe lynx really did not bother the vampire. She was agile, swift and deadly. Two guards with their necks torn open were lying at the entrance, the third was screaming heart-rendingly, trying to unhook the angry cat from his face. But the Lord’s followers were not going to give up. The noise in the corridor attracted other vampires, and they rushed at the animals with weapons at the ready. It was difficult for Tristan to dodge the swords in such a narrow space, but as soon as he reached the enemy, he said goodbye to his life. Seeing how one of the wolves was pierced with a blade, the jaguar and the steppe lynx immediately r

the bat guy explained. " What else did my father-in-law say? " the shameless monk inquired. " monks can't marry " the bat guy replied. " fuck your grandpa!! this honorable Reverend monk is not your normal monk. " The shameless monk replied. The two vampires argued back and forth for what seemed like an eternity before getting to their destination. The streets of hell were bustling, all kinds of demons roamed this street, from minions to huge monsters showing off their expensive hellhounds. Monsters of all races walked the streets.

Damon said softly. The werewolf began to laugh, his choked cackles echoing through the entire room, bouncing off the walls and returning to them. “That will never happen…” Abel wheezed. “Talk all you like, but we… are a divine creation…just like humans. I don’t know what you did to yourself… but you are NOTHING… but an ABOMINATION!” The words rolled off the Hunter like water over stone, and with another slashing motion from him, Abel’s head rolled to the floor, the echoes of his scream in the air.

They were in a tight embrace. Theodore couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing. A sob escaped from his throat. The noise alerted Alistair and he looked up. To Theodore's surprise his mouth was stained with blood and two long fangs were glistening with blood in his mouth. Olivia's neck was covered in blood. Alistair immediately dropped an unconscious Elena on the floor. "You... You are a vampire", Theodore said in shock. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that Alistair could be the Vampire he was searching for all this while.

Eleanor's P.O.V I smiled as I held the newspaper in my hand and looked at the large title written in bold on the front page. 'YET ANOTHER KNIFE VICTIM' It was connected to a person's lifeless body. No, it wasn't a person. It was a vampire. A fucking bloodthirsty monster. He laid there lifeless on the floor with a body so unrecognisable that it would make people shudder at the murderer's viciousness. I'm curious who could be so ruthless.

I took a sigh of relief, dragged my suitcase behind me across the road and waved down a cab. "Where to mate?" The cab driver asked in a heavy British accent. He had this red copper hair tied in a pony with a weird quick smile that went on and off. "East stand apartments" "A student, huh? You have to be careful here, mate, there is a vampire problem" "Have you met or seen one yourself?" "No, but we see it on the news. It's just a matter of time before they start feeding on us" And I was there to stop that. For years, my training, and dedication as a vampire hunter was on killing vampires and preventing them from harming humans. The cab pulled over at the prestigious east stand apartments.

He turned towards me and then he took a knee with his head bowed low. “Sire Ryder, you’ve freed us from Andrew’s tyranny. Over the last few months we’ve had less and less freedom as he started employing rogue vampires to keep us in line with his demands. We owe you our lives and you will have this lair’s loyalty,” he said to me. “Stand up. What’s your name?” I asked him. “My name’s Lincoln Houseman, my father was his second in command, and killed for his insolence,” Lincoln said as he stood up.