Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter Novels & Stories

"I already told you. Within a week, I want to take a day off. I have a personal matter I need to settle with the alpha from Pack Fuller." The manager shivered for a moment. "You mean that Mad Dog? All local and international media reports how crazy it is for him to work on the battlefield as Hunter Abraham's right-hand man." "His name is Edison, not a mad dog! He is my best friend. I've never doubted his fighting ability and intelligence. The entire vampire race and the rebellious lycans were subdued by Hunter because of Edison's ability to hack into their communication network system."

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.

Dan said, so I quickly looked away. So he was no longer a v*rgin when he met me? Oh, no! I hope he doesn't have any diseases like AIDS! Wait, do vampires even get those diseases? "Why do you look like that? Sorry, but I'm a vampire, and we don't get those things, so we're safe, so you don't have to worry. Also, I swear to you, I will not be able to find someone like you," Dan said, and he smirked at me and leaned his face toward me.

"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.

"That is why you are not a monster. That is why it was you who deserved to live above those human men." "That is not true," Sol told me. "No life is above another, least of all a human over a vampire." "If those hunters had thought that way, they would not take a life that day. They lost their position as humane the minute they decided to kill a man for being something he could not control." I cupped his face hard in my hands and made sure he saw the conviction in my eyes as I spoke. There was no way in hell I was going to allow him to beat himself up over being alive.

As if it was not a big deal to kill someone. Lincoln became like a psycho. “Your dad and Mariko deserve it. After he killed my father, he deserved to die. And about Mariko… My first plan was to just ruin her face. Because as you can see,” he pointed to the scar on his face, “because of her, my face got ruined. I just want her to give her a taste of medicine, but your wife… I mean fiancee acted like a superhero. As if she was a Wonder woman, she caught the bullet that should have belonged to Ethan.” he smiled.

“Wha' wrog?” “They found another body,” She said, “Under the bridge. Same place as the last one. They said the body had all its blood drained out.” “Just like the last ones.” I shivered. She turned to me, eyebrows raised. “Apparently there are no obvious wounds. Do you still think they’re animal attacks?” “Of course.” I rolled my eyes. “What else would they be? Vampires?” “You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

"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.

“Lincoln had only one child. He was so devoted to Genevieve that he could never bring himself to love or marry again. Instead, he dedicated his entire life to raising and protecting his only son. Every decision he made, every battle he fought, was for Kyle’s safety. Years passed, and Kyle had many children of his own, but unlike Lincoln, they lacked his discipline and sense of responsibility. The next generation was different—reckless, ruthless, and hungry for power. They terrorized towns, spreading fear wherever they went. But they weren’t the only ones causing chaos. Vampires were also running rampant, feeding on humans, leaving trails of destruction in their wake. The balance of power beg