Miguel O Hara Vampire Novels & Stories

He yelled out. My face creased with a smile, my eyes fixed on his retreating frame before he disappeared from my sight completely. I heaved an exasperated sigh, my back sliding down the rough bark of the tree till my ass hit the bare ground. I returned my gaze to the building, a part of me wondering how credible Carl’s words were, and at the same time, wasn’t it crazy how Miguel was always found in spots that had to do with something bad? How was he comfortable hunting down vampires? How much blood was stained on his hands?

*** Abraham Van Helsing, the Dutch vampire hunter, had once had an apprentice whom he admired and held in high regard, long before he even considered the holy order as a potential calling. Helsing betrayed his apprentice and thought he had disposed of him. However, the tales surrounding this event were shrouded in insufficient recounting and relied solely on rumors. Higgins, renowned for his extraordinary ability to communicate with the dead, was known as the Necromancer Hunter. His expertise lay in influencing the living through the use of the deceased as conduits. His discarded body had washed up on the shores of a massive island housing several packs of werewolves, one of which belonged t

Miguel had just kissed her in front of Tasya! "I- I'm good," Lara stuttered, her eyes on Tasya, who was grinning behind Miguel. Tasya had already managed to regain her composure. "Um, I have a visitor. This is Anastacia, Migo. She's my best friend. Tash, meet Miguel Villareal," she introduced, her jaw almost dropping when Miguel didn't even glance at Tasya.

“I wish I found out a different way. But I’m not going to judge anybody.” “That’s so good to hear,” she said with a kind smile, warming my heart. Then she sighed and her hand reached up and touched the mark on the back of her shoulder. “You were one too, weren’t you?” I asked, eyeing her carefully. She closed her eyes for a moment as if she was watching the memory flash through her eyes. Then, she nodded. “His name was Miguel,” she said slowly. “He was a rogue.” I gasped loudly. “You were a blood slave to a vampire rogue?!” I asked.

Mira said, raising her bleeding hand. The loud hiss and growls came from the mountain before the ground quaked. It didn't take long for the vampires to show themselves. When they were just a few steps away from Mira, Celeste stepped forward and erected four walls to trap the vampires before erecting a pillar that carried Mira high in the air. Galos raised his hand, signaling his archers to shoot their fire arrows into the pit that Celeste had created.

Alaric was upset with the deal Adna proposed to him. Not that his blood wasn't weak to perform necromancing but he had no one to teach him. Alaric was sitting in his office, with his head in his hands. Behind the wall hangs a portrait of a woman. She was no other than the famous Zara Knight, Alaric's mother. Below the portrait, there was a wooden decor where all the trophies were placed. It was from her mother, she was a vampire hunter. She hunted more than hundred of rogue vampires who were supposedly a threat to the entire community.

Maya threw the dagger at Soraia, Veronica even shouted - beware! - but Soraia didn't manage to stop her in time and only felt it sticking in her shoulder with a stabbing pain, as if she had an exposed wound and they had put alcohol on it. Soraia screamed in pain, Maya screamed in pleasure, because since Julio Cesar had turned her into a vampire, she had started training to throw knives just for the moment she had Soraia in her sights, no matter where they were.

I passed the blood in her mouth and waited for her to wake. I ended up sleeping with her in my arms. In the morning I watched her sleeping form. I am reminded of the day we first met. She starts moving in my arms. I look at her as she opened her eyes. They were of the same brown colour as before. I am glad she remained the same Lara I have got used to only that she is now a vampire and she ages slowly compared to before. "Hey did you do it?" She asks as she looked into my eyes. Do what... What does she mean?

The day i went up the warehouse in broad daylight coming back into the darkness with a mad dying young vampire. Daylight should have stripped everything to the bone, but some nights refuse to let sunlight hold them. I remember stepping into that space, the way the light changed the angles of bodies. The vampire we had found was like a moth collapsing on itself, eyes rimmed with the wrong color. He had smelled of cheap cologne and old wounds. I had watched him die and felt an absurd shame for the satisfaction that sat beside the necessity. “So club Volvo is associated with this Gabriel Arande Reyes? That’s the name of the mad vampire isn’t it? The one we’ve suspected was from Texas because of

He immediately turned to Pine who was curled up in pain, trying to control herself. Kevin looked around, seeing that the blood-filled syringe had been thrown off the corner of the room. It was too far, he couldn't take it, especially with this vampire who kept trying to attack him. "Who the hell are you!?" asked Julio, who had never once seen or known of this vampire's existence. "You don't know? Are you pretending you don't know?" Bam! Julio answered by throwing a punch. "I'm a member of Harawaltz. I know who the vampires are in each clan. But I've never seen you on the list, nor have you in any of the clans. You're a stranger!" he explained.