Dylan Van Helsing Novels & Stories

a grim reaper reported. "What did you say? Did you say, Zanea?" his eyes widened in fear as he looked at the grim reaper. The man bent down his knees and frowned, "Yes, archangel. His name was written in the list," he responded and his heart sank to realized that Zanea was the one who killed the Vampire.

“It wasn’t wolves this time. It was… something else. Something darker. I don't know. I don't know what I saw Alpha, but there's something that is… different.” My blood ran cold. I stood, jaw clenched. “Get him inside. Now. Make sure that everyone is guided. We don't want our petition of what happened before.” Ethan nodded and called for help, but I was already turning toward the house, moving fast. Sienna and Lysandra looked up as I approached. “They’re coming,” I said. “And this time, it’s not wolves.” Lysandra’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean? What are you talking about, Damon? You can't really be serious about her.”

"I'm—I'm sorry Sam. I know you tried to save him with all your might. But I, I was just . . . really furious right now!" "That's why we should stop blaming each other. We have a enemy to interrogate and to kill." Malco led the way with Alexander, Mel of the fey clan, Jason with Sam supporting in his shoulders behind him. They reached the dungeon where the the person was being chained with silver bane. A painful and very sharp weapon created by the Werewolf faction. This time he pulled the trigger and raised the gun in their enemy face. "Where is Alexandra?!" Alexander demanded as he dug the gun in his wound, causing the person to shriek in pain. But after a minute he began laughing and spat

Without saying a word, he walked over and took her hand. At this moment, Lars looked at the man who had been standing silently for a while. Dylan smiled and raised his hand in greeting. From the beginning until now, he has not said a word, just silently watching this family comedy. He also had no intention of pairing up with Keelin, he just happened to be caught by Stephen. "Don't look at me like that, I haven't said a word to her yet" As if sensing that Lars' gaze was too scary, Dylan explained. He didn't know where these vampires came from, but judging from their manner of speech and appearance, they were not ordinary.

"Don't!" Kiyiya screamed silently as she pulled unto Damon's sleeve but he yanked it off and stepped unto the stage. "That's enough" he said to the vampire who still had his fangs buried into Nina's neck. He grabbed his shirt and pulled unto it. "I said that's enough!" his voice has now become deeply authoritative. The vampire withdrew from his feasting but not first tearing off a piece of Nina's flesh. Blood splashed out,splattering on Damon's white sleeves.

“Take this female lycan to the infirmary. She is a Royal guard.” Those boys also had the scent of blood like him, but their obedience hinted that they were his servants. They rescued Jane as their master introduced himself, “I am Dylan Evans. A Vampire Court Official. I will escort you to the Palace …” “There is no need!” A thunderous roar shook the entire forest as the perfume of patchouli hit me like a tornado. Every speck of my existence danced in glee as Vincent rushed to my side and held me closer. “You will be punished for scaring my Erasthai, Official Dylan!

Dylan said, not caring about the many people around who might overhear. "Ry, Mr. Darwin Vlad is one of the greatest and successful businessmen in the country, he's also my friend," Dylan formally introduced his conversation partner. "Mr. Hendricks, you flatter me so much, no need for an introduction like that. It's not like I'm richer than you. Besides, you really have a good taste in choosing your partner." "Of course, I'm always up for the best," Dylan said with a grin. "Nice meeting you Mr. Hendricks," Mr. Vlad politely introduced himself and extended his hand towards me.

He had been observing the red-haired vampire as she spoke with the other female through the glass doors of the art gallery. “Mason!” Dylan phoned once more. Mason yelled out, "Coming," and started to move with the rest of the group. When Mason joined them, Dylan commented, "So, she was hot, you know, for a dead person." Dylan was a werewolf who was 37 years old and had stopped growing since he was in his late 20s. Like Mason, he was tall and slim, but when his dark hair wasn't tied back, it hung to his shoulders.

There is one certain way to sever a bond made through marking, though. Death. I shivered at the thought and hugged my knees tighter. Dylan… He’s not going to kill me, is he? It’s not like he couldn’t, either. He has an entire pack of around a couple hundred werewolves under his disposal, after all. Dylan doesn’t even have to do the dirty work. “He’s more of a chemist than a medical doctor,” he continued to explain, snapping me out of my terrifying train of thoughts. “But I guess I should call him to come over tonight to tend to your bruises first.”

When I opened it I found Vess, and Dylan on the porch. I was expecting only Vess! What was Dylan doing here? Nevertheless, Dylan was nice to me, and He's a bae of my best friend, so I would gladly welcome him. "How come you become a zombie? " Dylan muttered. "Well! What can I say? When you decided to become a Dracula, that was a moment when I decided to become a Zombie, to protect this world from the heat! After all only Edward Cullen can shine in sun heat, not Dylan The Dracula Frazier. "