Gabriel Van Helsing Novels & Stories

Zella asked Layla, who was easier to explain than her two friends. "Gabriel Van Osch. He's a fugitive with multiple identities who has committed fraud, murder, and theft. Gabriel took the life of a minister in the UK many months ago. So until now, Gabriel is a fugitive who will be killed by us." "Are we going to take his life, or just arrest him?" Zella got into the car filled with four people. Layla and Zella were in the back seat, while Audrey and Diandra were driving the car in the front.

“You don’t want everyone to hear you. They are quite angry with you. Especially that wolf.” “Don’t play games with me,” Gabriel shouted. “Show yourself.” “Calm yourself,” the voice whispered again. “No need to get so excited. I mean you no harm.” “I swear to God…” Gabriel warned. “Come now, there’s no need to bring Him into this.” Before Gabriel could respond, a male vampire stepped out from the shadows. His pale skin shone in the moonlight and long black robes flowed out across the snow like an oil slick. “Who are you?” Gabriel demanded. “Tell me your name.”

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.

“Disgusting,” “Are you alright?” Gabriel asks. Marcel turns his eyes to the twins at the altar and shifts his gaze to Mary. The witch John brought to counter Dracula's spell. He stares at the two moons as they are halfway through their separation. He runs over to Mary, killing a vampire on his way. Mary's eyes flicker as she chants her spell, clueless to his presence. His breath brushes her neck and his fangs pierce through her skin. He sucks hard on her neck and blood waters his tongue.

Gabe murmured, unable even to understand what he was saying. With Gabe still staring at her bewildered, Alexa blurted, “It’s the headless horseman.” She sighed at Gabe, who kept staring at her as if she didn’t comprehend a word she said. “You know Death. From the folklore. That’s the dude attacking the pack.” Alexa summarized her knowledge of the supernatural, occult, and folklore as follows: “His name is Abraham Van Brunt. He is a revenant.

Hazel began but was silenced by the glare Caden sent her way. "I asked you to stay away from him for a reason, Hazel. I'm sure he's been manipulating your mind" "He can do that?" Hazel asked with an incredulous look on her face. "He's a black blood, what did you expect?" "Wait, he can do that for real?" "Have I been speaking gibberish?" Hazel frowned, an alien thought making it's way to her mind. Could it be that he'd been manipulating her all along? Was he responsible for the way she was drawn to him? Hazel was at a loss of what to think. She didn't want to believe that he had manipulated her. Why would he? To spite Caden?

prideful to Celeste, while he simply placed his right fist to his heart. This guy must be some big deal if he didn’t have to bow. “Who is he? Better yet who are all these people?” I asked Helia who was watching like she already seen this before. “That man is named Arc. These are the men in the army he leads. The woman on the throne is the creator. She is the first vampire and ruler of Nexus. The older woman is a crone of this time named Hildegarde. And the little, scared looking girl is me.” My head jerked up quickly. Her statement just shocked some life into me. Slowly I moved myself into a sitting position.

Damien just smiled with a mocking accent at Saveroth. Leonte thumped the table again. Bammmm!~ … "I object! This time, let me prove that mixed-blood trash like him doesn't deserve to even set foot on the battlefield with us nobles!" One of the nobles in the room burst out laughing. He is George Jovan Rafferty, a noble class vampire who has dominion in Boston. His ability is to spew an acidic liquid that can melt the densest substance in the world such as uranium. "Is there something funny?" Leonte asked.

At least, that's what the rumours he'd let spread claimed. The doorway held strong, the smoke almost solidifying, my magic strong enough to make the connection. I called the soul I desired. A moment passed and worry flickered. He was either dead dead... Or an asshole. Silvena finished. The smoke moved, drawing our attention. Gabriel tensed in the shadowed corner behind me. Abraham Van Helsing stepped from the smoke doorway, his eyes gleaming like black onyx in the dim light as witch lights ebbed to life sensing the darkness.

He smiled at Elijah. “Well, we met Zachary Taylor. He told us about his undying love for our mother and he directed us to another vampire named, Amelia Rodney,” Elijah made known, rolling his eyes when he spoke of Zachary's undying love for his mother. “He said we would find her in Golden-ville.”