Vampire Hunter Costume Novels & Stories

Haydee He came the way thieves come, over a wall built too high to climb, into rooms guarded too well to enter. I woke to the weight of someone in the dark and had my power halfway up my throat before I placed the shape of him. Black coat. Deep gold at the collar. The wrong pack's colors standing in Lucien's white house. Hunter. "You have ten seconds," I said, "before I bring the whole of Bloodpine down on your head." "I know."

I would strike when they least expected it, taking them by surprise and unleashing a wave of destruction upon their kind. As I worked, a sense of satisfaction washed over me. I knew that this was what I was meant to do and that nothing would stand in the way of my ultimate goal. Revenge was a dish best-served cold, and I was ready to savor every moment of it. The day of the attack finally arrived. I woke up early, my heart pounding with anticipation. I had been preparing for this moment for months, and now it was finally here. I made my way to the hunter's base, where I had assembled a team of skilled fighters. They were all dressed in black, and armed with guns, silver knives, and other wea

My best friends burst in, arms full of fabric and excitement. “Aurora!” Selene exclaimed, chasing Xander out of the room. “Wait until you see what we've brought for you!” They unveiled a dress that took my breath away. It was a masterpiece, combining elements from various supernatural traditions. It sparkled like a vampire's skin in sunlight, while the skirt flowed like water, reminiscent of the fluidity of werewolf transformation. The dress had beautiful, fairy-like stitching around the bottom, and hidden within the fabric were magical symbols for love and safety.

And here I was under the impression that they bathed with blood, and used human skin as face cloths. I rinsed my mouth and creamed my body, then walked out into the bedroom to find a silver gown lying on the bed. Next to it was a pair of strappy silver heels, and a black and red hairpin that looked like an heirloom or what summoned the demon that created the vampires.

I wore nothing beneath it. We passed a male vampire and he bowed to me. He wasn’t as gorgeous as Talon, but he was still incredibly handsome. He was wearing what I’d begun to think of as a uniform. I’d passed several vampires dressed this way in the halls. It consisted of a black silk shirt with a logo where the pocket would be. Eagle or hawk claws in a gold circle. Talons to be exact. The shirt was tucked into black pants that weren’t quite tactical like the military wore because these didn’t have all the pockets. His power feathered across my skin. He’d been one of the vampires at the dinner that now seemed so long ago.

"Vampires think they look better than Lycans. You need to prove them otherwise. And you better not go with your ugly hoodie." Surrendering to her demands, I let her do her magic. Then I got dressed, wearing a loose vintage shirt, comfortable black shorts, a pair of nude sandals, and golden hoop earrings. Luckily, no janitor or house mistress was in sight. Vlad's smile broadened when he caught a glimpse of me. He was blissfully happy while a sheen of sweat was ruining my makeup. "You're so beautiful," he spoke in a soft voice. "What's the plan, you daredevil?"

That very same night, Nicholas went out on a hunt. He went to the Oak forest as he could smell a vampire nearby. He went further deep into the forest, he finally saw him. The vampire was wearing a brown coat with black loose trousers. His body was muscular, yet short. And he had black messy hair. He stood uprightly as he felt he was being watched. “Did you also come here to hunt?” The man asked. “Turn your gaze at me. I would like to see how ugly you truly are.” said Nicholas.

“She is right Lucian. I hate to tell you this, but this is the work of a hunter.” We both turn to look at her. “Please tell me you didn’t do this.” I ask, praying that it wasn’t true. “I know that I can be a bit of an arsehole, but it’s not me. I swear.” I watch her eyes as they quickly scan the grounds. “What are you looking for?” “A hunter in disguise.” “Disguise?” I mutter as I too looked over the fighting wolves and vampires. “My guess is that they are disguised as a vampire. Easily done, red contacts are easy to get hold of. They won’t move like a vamp though. Got him!”

They are preparing me for the ceremony. Oh no!! I have to do something but whatever they injected in my veins, probably paralysed my central nervous system temporarily. I wanted to cry so hard but nothing came out of my dried eyes. I wish my mate would come as soon as possible and take me away with him. I don’t want to be a vampire. One maid opened the boxes and revealed a beautiful velvet gown. The wine colour of the gown screams royalty. And there goes a matching pair of heels, and all cosmetics and makeup.

I ask her, as her eyes are scouting around, looking for someone. She bursts into laughter as she turns to me. “I’m a vampire, obviously.” She raises her hands up, giving me a spin to see her outfit. Two fangs pop out of her mouth, she looks uncomfortable with them on, but I guess it’s part of the costume. She has a black long cape, with a long collar, that’s red in the inside. Her face is so white, like a dead body, but her lips is brightly reddish, with a little trail of blood on the side of her lips.