Axel Van Helsing Novels & Stories

“This place is full of feral beasts. Don’t come out alone.” His lips pressed against the crown of my head. I felt his body trembling. Axel Hale, the future Alpha who could tear through coyotes like they were nothing, was trembling while holding me. For a few moments, we stayed like that in the cold. Then Axel slowly pulled back, helped me to my feet, and gave one last hard look at the coyote trapped in ice. Then he took my hand and pulled me toward the cabin. By the time we stepped inside, Mason and Tyler were already in the living room. Both of them turned at once. Their eyes dropped to the blood spots on Axel’s clothes, and every bit of their relaxed mood disappeared.

He appeared, his face white in the streetlights within the darkness of his hair and clothing, and his lips glossed with blood. “They heard the gun, move!” Heath ordered in a hiss and ran towards the house. He climbed to the first story effortlessly, reaching down to grab Aislen by the wrist. She felt Cameron grab her by the waist, lifting her up, as Rhett and Talen manhandled the woman Van Helsing’s body up, before all three men followed. As they reached the balcony of the second story, the front door burst open and a group of Van Helsings, in casual clothing or pajamas, and one wearing a towel wrapped around his head and a bathrobe, ran out, holding weapons.

“Knows the protocols, won’t stir gossip. She’s everything this rogue isn’t.” Axel sighed heavily. “You already arranged it, didn’t you?” “I brought her with me.” Brought her? She was here already? “I don’t want to do this right now,” Axel muttered. “But you will,” Hansel said. “Because you’re tired of hiding behind contracts and fake mates… and because you know the Apostles are coming.” Axel’s brow lifted slightly. “What?” “They’ve already sent word. You killed six Apostles, Axel. I’m surprised Alex hasn’t told you yet, especially since they actually live in his pack.”

I frowned and thought of Crescent's power tetrad. Axel as an Alpha is a colossal, strong, visceral wolf and has one of the strongest bites in the world, but he comes from a long line of Dubois wolves who could manipulate energy. Axel wasn't the best at his power, but he could do damage with it if he put his mind to it.

Rosalyn spoke in such a calm tone, repeating her words, balancing herself despite the shaking ground. Elias stepped in front of me instinctively. Xavier’s wolf exploded forward, gold bleeding into his irises, dominance slamming into the floor so violently even Elias staggered. “Valerie,” he gritted out, voice low, feral, lethal. “Behind me. Now.” But I couldn’t move. Because her power, Lisa’s power, rolled through me like ice water and wildfire intertwined, crawling up my spine, into my lungs, into the marrow of my bones.

"To destroy the evidence, we threw her into the Forbidden Forest! Axel, I've told you everything. Please stop my bleeding! I'm begging you!" "The Forbidden Forest..." Axel staggered back a step, and the knife clattered to the floor. The Forbidden Forest was where no one who entered ever came out. It was where bodies were never found. "You're lying..." he muttered to himself as tears suddenly streamed down his face. "It's true! She's been dead for hours!" Vanessa screamed, begging for mercy. "Shut up!" A grief-stricken howl tore from Axel's throat. He ignored everyone and shoved the window open with force. A violent blizzard raged outside. Every wolf present saw the desperate madness in his e

The penanggal breed of east Asia. The third vampire looked a bit like a human. But with very pale skin, with spots and blemishes, red and glossy eyes, muscle-filled body, brooded figure, sharper-looking fangs and nails like that of the Wolverine. He was the guard vampire; The gatekeeper. The Neuntoter from the German vampire species. The vampire that was popularly known as the 'nine killers'

I gasped and covered my mouth. As I expected, there were other supernaturals in the human world and one of them had come to save us. "You!" I exclaimed and pointed toward him. Just then, Axel walked into our house. When the remaining wolves saw him, they scampered and disappeared out of my house. Unlike Axel, they were smaller in size while Axel's Wolf was taller and more terrifying. "Camille," he rushed towards me and hugged me real tight. "What happened here?" "Vladimir strikes again," The Hazel's eyes man replied to him.

Beth asked. "No," Axel replied, holding her back by the arm "She's in a state of bloodlust right now. It's a wonder she didn't kill us. But if we chase after her, she just might. And a Werewolf's speed is seven times that of any average human. We'd never catch up to her. Let's just hope she kills an animal or... or something, and not people like her father." She buried her face in Axel's sweater as he held her close "I hope she's not in too much pain"

Without another word, she ended the call, her grip tightening around her phone as she slowly turned. The air caught in her throat. Her body went still. Her breath hitched. Axel stood before her, taking slow, deliberate steps forward. Hazel’s gaze moved over his tall, structured frame. He was 6’6, his long raven-black hair braided back. His sharp, defined jawline was as straight as the edge of a knife. His lips—pink, plump, and slightly flushed—curved into an unreadable expression. Every movement he made exuded dominance, and as his jacket flared open with the wind, she caught a glimpse of his broad shoulders and perfectly toned arms.