Dylan Van Helsing Novels & Stories

Dylan smiled. "Trust me, it'll be bloodless" Victor said assuringly. "Alright, then" Dylan replied and ended the call. He exhaled and caressed his glabella. "Being the Saint and the Devil at once is definitely not easy" he muttered with a chuckle. Then his phone rang. He looked at the screen and saw Raven. A smile subconsciously appeared on his face as he picked the call. "Hello, Mr. Cross" he heard Chelsea greet from the other end.

There was no sign of someone resembling Frey entering this town at all. “You think Frey went to another town?” I asked while thinking of other towns Frey might go to. "Unless she's on the edge of town and away from the townspeople," Hayley said. “What do you mean?” When Hayley was about to answer my question, suddenly several people entered the pub. They sat at the guest table. Martin immediately approached them. “Martin, did you hear about the Flower Skull attacks in Diantha forest? They caught some of the vampires over there!” someone shouted from the table. Hearing this, I suddenly turned around. I immediately approached the man.

He made a gesture, as if to hand the floor over and took a seat in the front row as a short, muscular figure dressed entirely in black rose and nodded in his direction, a dark cloak swinging out behind as Van turned to address the captive audience. Alice Van Helsing was known for her deadly aim. Choosing to fire her steel-tipped wooden stakes through a crossbow, she was quick and lethal. No one knew for sure the number of Vampires she had destroyed in the last century, but estimates put it in the thousands. She was tiny but compact, and with one penetrating glance from dark eyes framed by heavy brows, she had the room silenced.

His eyes, glinting with centuries of malice, surveyed the opposing forces with a calculated intensity. Silas, positioned beside Chastity, could feel the weight of the imminent challenge. He understood that Dylan, having observed their tactics, sought to disrupt their unity by sending formidable adversaries to engage them separately. The upcoming confrontation held the promise of revealing the true extent of Dylan's vampiric prowess, a revelation that filled the night with an air of suspense.

“Do you know anything about these new vampires?” “Not much,” he admitted. “Only that they are hungry for blood. There are 5 of them altogether.” I nodded, but then remembered he couldn’t see me. “Did you know that one of them is 16 years old?” There was silence on the other end for a moment. “What?” “Her name is Natalia; she’s amongst the 5. She’s only 16 years old,” I explained. “Which wasn’t approved by the council.” “I’d assume not,” Alberto murmured. “I’ll get a hold of them and report it right away. Thanks for letting me know.”

Dimitri became alarmed as she saw him draw out a silver blade sword, pointing it to her face. Dimitri felt her breath seize as fear coursed through her body. She staggered back and fell, she dragged her butt on the ground, retreating from the pointy edge of the sword, and hoping to get away, but rather than withdrawing it, Suban kept on approaching her with intimidating steps. Suban’s eyes moved to Krisen’s almost lifeless body, and a malicious glint passed through his eyes. “You killed the Alpha’s son,” he coldly stated. Dimitri panicked, “No, I didn’t, I… I don’t know what happened. You… you have to believe me, Suban,” she stammered, pleading desperately.

A voice said, it had the same bass as the one that had just killed but it was a lot more authoritative. “That scent…” The blood-soaked vampire thought to itself, the man that had just spoken was a fellow vampire like him but this scent felt familiar. Stepping into the moonlight from the shadows, what came into light was a blonde-haired vampire with crimson-red eyes and a very attractive face. “I know you!” The vampire that killed Ethan blurted out but his calm expression was broken into one of fear.

Death tells him "Who's that?" He asks "Can I go?" I ask tiredly "It's me, and yeah, your little friend is in your room," Death says "My little friend," "The werewolf," he says At his words, I take off running past him and quickly up the stairs in record time before bursting into my room where she was sitting on my bed covering her ears. "What is with the screaming?" She asks "Sorry," I say before sticking my head out of the door, "Death can we go in your room?!" I ask him

Dylan said, and Vincent frowned. “I am not! I'm the coolest vampire, you know!... And the hottest! What other vampire has tan skin and a head of beach waves that every girl would kill for?” Vincent asked with a smile. “Grayson.” Dylan deadpanned, and the vampire sucked a breath in, looking at his mate in shock. “That's not fair! That vampire has Thaddeus's genes and a werewolf!” Vincent said, pouting. Dylan giggled as he pinched Vincent's cheeks.

he asked. I nodded and cleared my throat. Bryce was quite attractive, and I do not know what I would do with that information now, but I acknowledged him. We stood there staring at each other, saying nothing. "Hey, you!" someone yelled, breaking the spell holding us together. We turned to see a grumpy vampire scowling at us. Bryce cleared his throat and let go of my hand. "Lord Ralph requests your presence immediately," the vampire said, pointing at me. I looked at Bryce, whose jaw tightened. "I guess your lover has a sixth sense."