Gabriel Van Helsing Novels & Stories

the girl yawned as if it was nothing to her. "And where is that," Gabriel questioned as the girl began to annoy him and now he couldn't wait to tear out this bitch's throat. Stupidly, the girl gave him a location – a country, to be exact. Inwardly grinning, Gabriel gave another wiggle. Perfect, he thought as he looked up at the annoying Witch and smirked widely. The Witch was just talking away, not noticing that her spell was getting weaker and weaker and by the time she did notice, Gabriel had already changed into his wolf and pierced her throat, enjoying the suffocating gurgling that is her attempt of breathing. Gabriel placed a paw on her chest, pinning her down, and began to slowly, agon

When the sharp blade descends to cut off Gabriella’s head, it is also time for the bad guy to be punished and the main couple will have a happy forever after. Unfortunately, even though Harvey loves Vanessa to the point of giving up on himself, he still can’t become the main character in the story. The one who married the human Saint Vanessa was Crown Prince Roger Clitus of the Amory Vampire Empire. And Gabriella is just an evil woman who used all means to destroy the life of honest Vanessa until finally received the appropriate punishment. Ella’s reaction was agitated when she realized that she had entered Gabriella’s body and lost the ability to speak. She was so flustered that it took a w

He was hungry for it, yet it didn't smell nice to him. Damien moved in the dark towards the main city, searching for one's blood that would satisfy him. He was nearing the main city when a hoard of people beleaguered him. They weren't humans. Most of them had odd-coloured hair and white eyes. They were Whigans. Whigans were beings that transitioned from humans to vampires. Those creatures had everything a normal vampire had, except a human form. When humans transform into Whigans, they lose their ability to retain their human physique forever

I couldn’t care less about pausing my writing for a while, or spending the whole day going up and down the stairs, for a chance to see him smile at me and maybe even steal away a kiss. He was on a Zoom meeting with his fellow Haunters. Isaac greeted me with a loud hello the moment he spotted me walk into the study, and Brandon made me lean forward by his side to introduce me to the other two, the occultist tech Ted and the skittish Ricky. “Look who’s gonna man the cameras for the interviews,” Brandon said, beaming. “They can’t wait to come back to the Manor.” “And meet you,” Isaac added, winking at me.

She believed sometimes knowledge and curiosity would put someone's life at risk and she didn't want to drag anyone along with her crazy obsession about supernatural beings. With her secret collection, she knew that the prominent kind residing with humans were vampires. They were categorized in three categories. Pureblooded were those who were born as vampires with parents who were both vampires, they were the strongest. Turned vampires, humans who went through transition. And half-vampires, those who were fruits of the union of vampires and humans.

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

Blood cakes their lips, fingers, and limbs. The one nearest the back nudges the only female vampire remaining, muttering under his breath how the taste of Secondaries’ blood is ‘acidic and bitter.’ “I do believe introductions are in order,” the vampire leader says, giving me a coy smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “I am the leader of The Force, Gabriel.” The Force? Yet another foreign phrase. Klaus grunts under his breath. In disgust? Recognition? Perhaps he knows about this ‘Force.’ A third piece to add to the jumbled puzzle.

With that, he turned around and was ready to mind link him but froze when he found the giant man already staring at the view. Gabriel stared at the scene in front of his eyes with his hands fisted in anger. His face was blank yet his eyes were narrowed at the view. His half-face was covered with the mask but seeing the fire oozing out of his eyes Carol almost cursed for calling him here. He didn't know he will witness the king's slave hugging his witch general. Gabriel had two generals one for werewolf soldiers and the other for witches. And the man she was hugging was one of the most trusted people of Gabriel.

two I walk to face him and cross his arms, head slightly raised. -Who the hell are you? -Gabriel Thompson. I pull the gun from the waistband of my pants and press the end to the center of his forehead, releasing the safety. Nobody stops me. His expression turns almost to horror, pleading not to kill him. -Look, Gabriel Thompson, if I pull the trigger right now, no one will stop me, no one will care and no one will cry. So your opinion, nobody cares. Understood? He nods, clearly scared.

I say. "Well, we were hoping that he would get under your skin a little more than he has. But you have proven to be quite hard to read. We don't know what gets under your skin at all. He was your friend and you were very ready to kill him." Gabriel says. "He's a vampire that has killed thousands of people. You bet your ass I was ready to kill him." I insisted.