Vampire Hunter Costume Novels & Stories

This was what I wore when I expected to bleed. Mask next. Black fabric that covered everything below my eyes. Hunters wore them for the same reason we carried no identification. If we didn't come back, the vampires would find a body. Not a name. Not a family. Then the scent. I uncapped a glass vial from the kit on the table and tipped it against my fingertips. Pale green liquid, sharp enough to make my eyes water before it touched skin. The garlic compound burned faintly as it touched my skin, masking every trace of scent.

Crimson eyes, ancient and unreadable, watched the chamber below with effortless authority. She wore a fitted black gown embroidered with dark crimson patterns that resembled flowing blood. A long cloak draped behind her, disappearing over the steps of the throne. Beautiful. Elegant. Terrifying. She did not command through fear alone. She commanded because every vampire present knew she had survived long enough to earn it.

I wouldn't let that happen now. My whole body morphed into my vampire self. My eyes turned into a bright glowing red colour. My canines sharpened and my nails grew longer. I whipped my head towards Maya one last time to make sure she was safe before bolting down with the sole purpose to attack that damn creature. The wind rushed through me, my feet dug on the dirt as I was skillfully making my way through the thick trees. His pestering odour grew stronger and stronger meaning I was getting closer.

(PRIMROSE POV) I stared at myself without emotion in the mirror wearing my black costume again as a vampire. My black long sleeve dress covering my white skin reaches below my knees with my black boots on. Over it is my black cloak with its huge hood that can cover my whole face.

Mortals engage in it for the pure joy of it. The intensity of his passion knocked her off balance, and she cautiously took a step back. "Lover's dispute?The lyrical speech washed over them both like silken liquid. A vampire had emerged from the darkness. He wore knee-breeches, a dark blue habit à la française with shining gold frog-and-button fastenings, and a flaring skirt, all in period-appropriate attire. The exquisite coat's neck and cuffs were adorned with lavish lace falls. He didn't have a powdered wig on, but his long, smooth golden hair was gathered in a velvet queue around his nape. His ethereal features and brilliant blue eyes would have blended in just as well if they had been pa

Unfortunately, he should wake. Vincent took out a dagger to kill. He was using Zach's lavish leather gloves. Vincent folded one arm across his chest, then jumped from a height of meters and grabbed a large billboard pole. He spun around while hanging and pushed forward to jump far away until he landed on the roof of a car. Vincent half-knelt when he landed. The vampires stared at the car before they both turned to look back. Vincent was wearing a four-sleeved coat, but he only had his sleeves tucked in as usual, so he looked like a monster.

A man in a white suit and black cloak approached them. His hair was short and white, while his skin was slightly wrinkled. He had a holy cross necklace around his neck and two scabbards on his waist, one of them was empty. “Who are you?” The knight from the crowd asked. “Christopher Bright. A Hunter. Veteran rank” The man showed a white Hunter tag to the knights and stored it away. “It seems that this had turned into a vampire, perhaps.” “A vampire?” Christopher looked at the crowd, he was searching for someone. “You. You were with him, weren’t you?” He said while pointing at the woman that screamed earlier.

A pang of jealousy hit me hard and I felt the facade I was wearing would burst out any moment. Jade's costume was a perfect indication of a vampire-like impression. She wore a long, flowing black gown that was fitted at the top and flared out from the waist. The dress was adorned with intricate lace detailing and had a high neckline that showcased her delicate collarbones. She completed her look with a pair of elegant, heretofore dangerous-looking, black stilettos.

She can barely walk; her senses are weakened from being on land what was the point in her. I watched her disappear into the hospital wing in the castle I found an alcove where I couldn’t be seen and waited for her to reemerge. I glanced down looking myself over, I wore my classic sweetheart corset a mixture of mesh and black boning panels, it had black lace as a top layer, I paired it with a black leather wrap mini skirt, fishnet, and black thigh high boots. My red hair hung in lose waves around my face and down my back. I looked hot I knew it, from the other male vampires that had entered the bar they knew it too. I had a small tattoo done on the left-hand side of my rib just the letter Z.

He stopped talking midway and pointed at Akira. Akira hated that the most. When someone is talking to her and stops midway. Akira raised her right eyebrow, “What?” “Why do you keep on calling me vamp? I have a name.” He asked in his low tone voice, “If your people hear that, they'll find out I'm a vampire.” Akira crossed her arms and stared at Leon. He's wearing an all-black outfit. His hair was tied back again, and those piercings were also there. Clear blue eyes, stared at her, making her stop her breath for a while.