Anna Valerious Van Helsing Novels & Stories

“That tiny woman at the head desk?” “You mean Headmistress Virelle?” Valen laughed darkly. “She’s not just a petite woman,” Lucan said. “She’s a hybrid. Vampire and wolf. Stronger than any full-blood Alpha in this room.” “Hybrid?” Damon said. “So she’s—what—ancient?” “She doesn’t age,” Corwin said. “Rumor has it she was trained by Victor King himself.” My jaw clenched. Victor King—the Vampire King. If he had a hand in this academy…

I felt cold, dead fingers tangle in my hair, pulling my head back. “Such a waste of a Master,” Valerius hissed into my ear. “But your blood is far more valuable than your conversation.” I saw Aveline lunging forward, her face twisted in a scream I couldn't hear, but a second vampire intercepted her, his boot catching her in the chest and sending her flying into the debris.

They were weak and needed food. "Hello, everyone. I'm Gavin Kyle. The first vampire on the soil of Wisconsin after about twelve centuries ago," I started my first speech after they had eaten. Although some of them looked reluctant, interested, and afraid, their spirit personalities are what compelled them to stay. A force they could not control.

someone whispered. "Impossible..." breathed another. ⸻ The adjudicator turned toward the seven lords. "You stand as witnesses to his character and conduct." "Step forward and speak." Lord Sylas advanced, armor whispering like distant war. "Valerius is no reckless maker of monsters," he said. "He has ended more rogue vampires than any lord present. If he created one, it was to prevent death, not defy law." Lord Melera's luminous gaze swept the tribunal. "He did not create chaos. He prevented it. The girl would have died. Instead, she lives."

"Things have been a bit hectic recently though." Gordon cut her off abruptly. "Albert leaves me messages," he answered tersely. He didn't want to hear it, didn't need to be told what had been happening. He knew all about the matings. He knew Annabel was mated to a vampire. That is the main reason Comte Valerio is helping them. The lycans were sitting on one side of the table and vampires on the other. They all sat down, the twins being hesitant to take a seat at the table but doing so when comte Valerio rumbled low in his chest.

Aislen set her Van Helsing down. “We were out on a run and saw the Van Helsings about to take a werewolf family,” Heath lowered his Van Helsing dropping the man next to Aislen’s. The man grunted and stirred, his eyelashes fluttering. “When we went to intervene, we encountered your men.” “I know who she is,” Victor indicated to Aislen with his chin. “And I’ve met Charlie Gale, so it doesn’t take much to see that particular apple didn’t fall far from the tree.”

Valen, Lord of the Vampires. Behind the heavy doors of his study, Valen was seated at his desk, his focus unwavering on the documents before him. The room around him was elegant in its simplicity—dark wood, rich tapestries, and the faint scent of leather and parchment filled the air. The dim lighting cast shadows across his sharp features, enhancing the undeniable beauty that had always marked him.

Many wear crosses around the necks and many carry stakes along with them. The traditional story of vampires starts with Vlad the Impaler,(also known as Count Dracula ), a ruler who killed people in the most horrific ways. He was cursed by a priest to never find peace even after death. After he died in a war, he returned to his palace as someone who was neither dead nor living. The traditional story says that Van Helsing killed Vlad the Impaler by first finding out where he slept and then putting a stake through the heart. The final step involves chopping off the head and putting garlic in the mouth.

However, there was relief when she got to the bit about Nightshade. “Fuck, B,” he finally said, releasing a breath he was holding. “Yeah. It’s a messy fucking situation. We learned that Khalid, Veronica, her father, and Penelope are the Agents. Luckily, they have no idea who I am yet. They had a witch cast a spell to find me today, but Dante brought a really cool guy to feed me his blood.” His jaw dropped with that and looked even more shocked when she explained that Valis was a friendly vampire.

He simply let out a low, heavy breath, his massive shoulders squared against the damp chill as he led the way up into the dark. When they reached the stone platform, the storm was nothing more than a distant, rumbling bruise on the horizon, leaving the air thick with the sharp static of lightning and the scent of wet heather. Valarian stepped to the edge of the parapet, his tailored charcoal coat whipping around his thighs in the wind. When he turned back to face the Viking warrior, the playful, quick-witted grin was entirely gone. His hazel eyes were flashing with a sharp, primordial intensity—the terrifying aura of a vampire who had walked the earth for six centuries.