Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter Novels & Stories

claim his rightful title". I cannot hold back my laughter again. "What Fools! They're all dead men! and they have only helped my cause! The reason why Hunter was reborn in the first place! Go! prepare yourselves, the King is coming home!" I sent them away, Yes! Yes! Those old bats have done exactly what I have been planning to do! They do not even realize, they have awoken the heir of Abner, and Lord of the Vampire world. I am so filled with glee that as I dismiss Edgar. Veronica looks puzzled, where am I? I hear her softly whisper. I need to intervene.

I don't remember having a sacred book with me. Hold on. Could it be the book that I thought belonged to my mom? "It's the book you almost destroyed," he informed me. Oh, maybe that's why he texted me to not tear it up. At that time I was so confused and thought he was a stalker. Little did I know he was actually a blood-sucking demon. Or was he? "Since you're a vampire, do you drink blood?" I asked because from what I know, they're always thirsty for blood and he hasn't shown any sign of that.

he said to himself, connecting the dots. "Yes, Orleans, I am a vampire."

“It is, princess. It’s named after Abraham Lincoln. For obvious reasons.” At first, Cadence didn’t understand what the obvious reason was, but then she remembered a book and a movie that had come out a while back. Something about Lincoln and Vampires. Stunned, she exclaimed, “What? Sweet Baby Jesus, you’ve got to be kidding me?” The revelation that one of the most respected presidents ever was really a Vampire Hunter seemed too much to take in. “Nope. Sometimes fact is stranger than fiction,” Eliza assured her. “Unbelievable,” Cadence muttered. “Who would have thought it? Abraham Lincoln really was a Vampire Hunter. Next thing you know, I’ll be seeing flying monkeys and horses that change co

"Are you sure? Archibald hid or got rid of all pictures of his late wife even before I ever met him, how do you know her?" "My father's somehow stole a portrait of her," Lincoln said. "She died before I was born. My father also barely knew anything about her except the painting." He looked at the photograph again. "Where did she come from? Why is she in a Lycan family archive?" "Because," Thorin said carefully, "she was my father's distant cousin. Which means she had Lycan blood." Lincoln stared at him. "That's not possible. My father never had any Lycan abilities. Neither did I. We would have known. Right?"

“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

“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.”

He was still breathing, holding his slashed neck with his arm as he raised the other one towards me, trying to stop me from doing what I was about to do. "When your fellow hunters see this, they'll know I'm not a force to reckon with. I'm Adonis, a fucking vampire who has lived for two hundred years. Do you think I lived that long just to get killed by a loser like you?" The first thing I did was to hit him on the head with the iron stake, making him lose consciousness completely. The last thing I did was dig the iron stake into his heart the same way he would have done to me if he had the chance.

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.

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.