Anna Valerious Van Helsing Novels & Stories

Lord Xander picked up his glass of wine and drank from it then placed it back on the table . " I understand now , Raphael here used his spell to transport you to this place " Lord Xander sat up straight and raised his eye brows at her . " No my lady ,Pure blooded vampire have the ability to transport themselves to anywhere they want to be " " Wait you are saying .....that you are a.. VAMPIRE .." " Exactly " Valerie turned to look at me but I pretended that I didn't see her , I cleared my throat and decided to speak . ' Lord Xander ,I call you here because of something important "

Heath told her. “Let’s hope that they work,” she tore her eyes away from the two men on the couch. “There was no sign of the little girl, they said. Poor Lauren.” She swallowed thickly, her eyes filling with sympathetic tears. “Those soldiers, Heath,” she added. “What is going on?” “Van Helsings,” Heath said grimly. “I’m not sure if they’re all Van Helsings, or some are… but we are almost entirely sure that the NES has Van Helsing agents amongst them.”

Hazel said through gritted teeth. "Right. I heard about you. You must be Hazel Spiers, the crown prince's bride" Anya drawled, her stare condenscending. "My name is Princess Anya, Hazel and I'm a half blood" Hazel resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "I can tell what you are just by looking at you. I can already tell that you're a proud bitch whose ego is bigger than a mountain" Anya clenched her jaw, her eyes narrowed. She had no idea why a mere red blood was addressing her so informally. She had never seen a red blood who was courageous enough to look a black blood in the eye without showing fear.

The unknown voice was abruptly cut off by Valaria, “William Westingdale is Not dead, despite my best efforts,” “I know, I just thought I should test you, never can be too careful with family,” The owner of the voice stepped out from the shadows of the bar and gave a wicked smile, her eyes were blood red and her fangs and claws were on show for all to see, but they weren't the claws and fangs of a Panther-shifter, “What the actual fuck?” Valaria stared at her family member with a look of disgust, “When did miss high and mighty let herself be turned?

you. I am sorry buddy. I can't help you" The Vampire frowns hearing her. He goes near her and asks her "May I help you miss. You are wounded" The girl gives him a small smile and shakes her head in no. He looks at the dog and asks her "Is this your dog?" The girl shakes her head in no. She tells him "He is not mine but I wish he gets a owner" The Vampire asks her "Why don't you take him with you. He seems attached to you" The girl smiles and tells him "They are the faithful animals Sir. They get attached to people easily. They will be forever with you if you feed them once" The Vampire nods hearing her. He asks her "What happened to you miss. Why are you wounded?" The girl smiles at him and

He raised his gauntleted hand, pointing a single, pale finger directly at my chest. "You destroyed my engine. You stripped me of my immortality. So be it." Valerius’s dark magic violently flared, reaching past the shifting ice walls, past the courtyard, and deep into the Northern Shadows’ archives. "The standard Husks are fodder," Valerius stated flatly, his voice promising a slaughter. "But I do not need them anymore. I have the source." Valerius’s Gauntleted hand clenched, pulling on the strings of the entire Necropolis.

The air softens and people start moving again and organizing. When the crowd thins, only a few remain—Kael, Roman, Zeke, me… and one man I haven’t seen before. He’s tall. Too tall, honestly. His eyes are a beautiful violet shade, his skin pale but not sickly. There’s something quietly dangerous about him, like the air freezes a little when he moves. Kael gestures toward him. “This is Valen Cross,” he says. “General of the vampire fighters.” Vampire. He's a vampire. He's...just what I imagined a vampire to look like. Sinfully beautiful, but dark and...cold.

“It’s richer than arterial. Cleaner than animal. There’s no… pull.” Valerius waited the longest. When he finally drank from the gourd, the air shifted. Not violently, rather respectfully. The ancient vampire lord straightened, power rolling through him in a controlled wave that made even Ragnar lift his head. “This,” Valerius said quietly, meeting my gaze, “is not feeding.” He inclined his head. “This is restoration.” My knees almost buckled. Alejandro was there instantly, steadying me without a word. Inferno purred, low, satisfied, but vigilant.

“Hey, it’s so good to see you. I heard about your mom. Your brother called me. I am so sorry” Anna looked at her and turned away. Hailey knew that Anna wasn’t going to let go of what she had done easily. Hailey was a vampire and she hid it from Anna because Anna wasn’t one of them. Hailey was convinced Anna was human until the signs started to manifest. Hailey wasn’t in support of this life and she didn’t want her best friends in harm’s way. Right from the very beginning, Anna thought vampires and werewolves were a result of someone’s imagination and she wanted it to be that way.

I run as fast as I can and feel a pang in my heart as I get further and further away from my mate. "Is my mate feeling it too?" I ask my wolf. "Yes," she says sadly. "Don't worry, Jenny. I'll find you another mate, someone who will truly love us. And I have an idea of who it is," I say hopefully. My wolf just nods and we sever the connection. "Oh no," I say anxiously. I sniff vampires. I'm alone. It will be harder for me to eliminate them. Finally, I reach a familiar place in the forest and then I see a vampire. He has black hair, pale skin, and red eyes.