Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter Novels & Stories

As innocent as a hunter’s adolescence could be, anyway. The vampire lurched towards me, his canines distended far below his lips and bared in a gruesome snarl. His dark face was scarred, the white lines stark against his brown skin, and I sidestepped his attack neatly. My boots crushed more glass beneath my feet, and then I was spinning through the air, swinging back towards the old lady vampire and retrieving my stake. In one clean, swift movement I yanked it free, and rammed it through the scarred vampire’s heart.

"Why have me sign that contract and stay here?" Federico couldn't tell Hailey the truth—that he believed he may carry his chosen blood. That's what made her special. Every vampire had their own unique chosen blood—blood that was more flavorful and powerful to that vampire. The odds of finding the exact carrier were incredibly low. That's why as soon as Federico suspected Hailey might contain his chosen blood, he had insisted she stay by his side. But Federico couldn't just keep Hailey as a blood pet—not in this day and age. With social media and how much more advanced police gadgets had gotten, that would almost certainly lead to mortals uncovering the truth about the existence of vampires.

“That's weird, I bet Ethan is hiding something.” It was already night, I was engrossed in the book I found. It wasn't giving me any solution but it had these vampire stories in them. Their do’s and don't, heroes and heroine, the war between them and hunters and their little alliance with the witches. It had a similarity because the man who bit me was a vampire.

She looked at him, searching his face for clues. "I have known how one man was capable of killing 33 other men without using a gun or any other weapon. That's because he isn't an actual human but a blood-sucking monster... a vampire," he revealed, his words causing Vivian's eyes to widen in shock and disbelief. The bowl of chicken soup slipped from her trembling hands, crashing to the floor, forgotten in the face of this horrifying revelation. [ Dr. Ellen, resident ] After Damian, Adams, and Noah had left, Clara and her mother finally had the chance to have an honest conversation.

The entire room was silent. "What about the vampires? Why were they hit?" Victor asked. He was a powerful hunter, but he was around my age. "They were worse. They were using the orphanage as a blood bank and no one was the wiser. They went and took children , claiming they were adopting them and turned them to their personal cattle. Only Linus's Family had no link to the orphanage." I said, and most of them were in shock. "If you say Linus's family was innocent in the matter, then why did John Hunter attack them and got turned in the process?" Marco asked me, and I looked him in the eyes.

Prince George’s Point of view “ Not a sight of garlic bread on the table . If I did not know better I would say you are trying to attract the vampire instead of repelling it . “ The vampire hunter says and I just stare at her not knowing what to say. “ His majesty is allergic to garlic and onion so we do not have them in the royal palace . “ A loyal servant responds to the vampire hunter and I take the opportunity to ask a question to figure out how a onion and garlic are linked to a vampire. So without hesitation I ask her what she means and she explains to me that vampires can not stand the smell of an onion or garlic. “ As a vampire hunter do you carry a garlic and onion with yourself eve

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.

"with that said, he left me. I have to extra careful now that my blood lures them. When Alexander drank from my dad, he didn't say anything nor did it lure other vampires. Then how my blood differ from his? I don't understand what's happening to me.

Abigail and Damien specialized in slaying the undead. They had killed many vampires, including ones sired by the man sitting behind her. Abigail found the parking space next to the elevators. She pulled in and turned off the car. As a hunter, she would have been disturbed to learn that the President of the powerful Faust, Inc was a vampire. Now she was thankful to serve such a powerful Sire. The horizon grew brighter. Damien hung disconsolately, no longer caring that his arms were numb from his hours of imprisonment.

They cut both their palms and offers them to me. “I am Ninus Chaudhri, a vampire of the Blood God. I will uphold the vow that I, and my descendants, will not partake in human blood thru killing. If we dishonor this vow, my descendants and I will degenerate into simple monsters who want nothing but destroy.” “I am Inanna Manheimer, a vampire of the Blood God. I will uphold the vow that I, and my descendants, will not partake in human blood thru killing. If we dishonor this vow, my descendants and I will degenerate into simple monsters who want nothing but destroy.”