Vampire Hunter Costume Novels & Stories

Dabria growled at the Master standing in front of her. There was no doubt that those things were vampires. Dabria was impressed with the level of the creativity. They were wearing black leather onesies that were covering their whole bodies. Their faces were also covered with the same kind of fabric. It felt like those costumes were protecting those vampires from the light of the sun. Dabria had a frown on her face as she looked at those vampires from head to toe. She had never heard of any tricks like that ever before.

The only thing that his crushed vocal cords managed to produce was a barely audible, gravelly groan. Feeling exhausted from the pain and defeated by his situation, he eased his bruised and bloody cheek back into the shallow mudpuddle and allowed darkness to relieve him of his nightmare reality. As he lay so still as to appear lifeless, a tall figure dressed in an eighteenth century styled, sleek black cape with a red satin lining and an equally sleek looking black satin top hat steadily made his way down the alley. Had Jasper been alert, he would have admired such an authentic costume that clearly showed the stranger to be portraying a vampire.

I couldn't believe my eyes and really thought I was having illusions. Right in front of me was a vampire in long sleeves and a dark hoodie, covering his face and whole body. Even his palms were covered with gloves. He was clasping on to the bar of my window, grunting deeply. He was in intense pain, and that really touched my heart. I should have easily hit his hand holding on to my window bar to let him lose it and fall from the top of the building, but thinking of that made my heart flutter. I could see the hunters roaming around the city searching for him.

Amara demanded. I backed up and sat down, “shift back. Let me talk to, Alessia.” She stood up, her ears shifting directions and padded over to me quietly sitting beside me. Xander reached over and licked blood off her cheek that must have been from us. A vampire appeared in front of us, she must have heard him approaching. He was about 6-foot tall, deep brown hair and blue eyes, fair skinned with 5 o’clock shadow. He wasn’t built like muscular the werewolves; he had an athletic appearance to him though. He wore a black v neck t shirt, a black leather jacket, blue jeans and all black converse shoes.

Because from reality, it only took two fairly ranked hunters to be able to take down a C-rank vampire or lower. Science has invented costumes that can help the wearer withstand powerful punches from vampires, they have also invented devices to help humans keep up with vampires. However, with all of the above, that was just a HUGE hunter. If they wanted to level up to GOOD hunter, they would have to pay a hefty price.

She'd present herself as a reformed hybrid seeking to help eliminate others like her. The cover stories were elaborate but necessary, backed by false documentation and vampire contacts willing to vouch for our identities if questioned. The night of the council meeting arrived with clouds covering the moon and temperature dropping below freezing. We dressed in formal vampire attire that Sophia had acquired, expensive clothing that projected ancient wealth and power. Dante wore a black suit with silver accents, his appearance striking enough to command attention while fitting vampire aesthetic preferences. I wore a deep red gown that displayed both elegance and subtle threat, jewelry that sugg

The news of his grandson’s death was a shock for him, but hearing about a vampire was something that lingered in his mind. “And what did you say this vampire looked like?” he asked the two scouts standing before him. “He had wings, like huge bat wings on his back. His skin was pale, his arms and legs were elongated, and his nails were sharp. He was wearing expensive clothes, like a nobleman.” “And you said the moon turned red?” The two nodded. “I see,” he said. “You may go now, but don’t tell anyone else about this.” He waved a hand to shoo them out. They bowed their heads and turned to go out of the hall.

That only made him grin at me wider. He was quite unlike most vampires. His complexion was swarthy. His eyes gave out a golden glow. He had long, black hair, falling farther than his shoulders. He wore an elegant, tailored suit in the color of the deep sea and a black shirt without a tie. I couldn't say that he was my type, but he looked definitely hot. Nevertheless, his staring seemed completely out of line, especially since I was standing next to Sariel, and I could bet that he had already sensed that I had been marked.

she blurted out. “Who did?” he asked. “I can’t tell; I didn’t see his face. He came to me and handed me the pictures and told me to go to the academy and expose her,” she said. “Describe him,” he said. “He is tall and a Lycan. He covered his face with a black mask, and his hair was packed in a small bun. His voice is a bit deep, with a broad chest and shoulders,” she said. “Taller than him?” I asked. She looked at me, and she didn’t want to answer, but Bryan nudged her.

A male voice, that I didn’t know, asked. Looking up, I saw a male player, standing a few feet away. His character was a vampire, but he was wearing the armor of a Hunter. Hunters in this game were players that found pleasure in attacking other players for their gold pieces and items. Granted, only common items could be looted.