Vampire Hunter Costume Novels & Stories

However, it could’ve just been me imagining things. I walked toward the table. The Vampire had a nose piercing and looked still quite young, but the wisdom in his dark eyes told me otherwise. His hair was styled in spikes and his face had a dark, mischievous smirk. The hunter on the other hand was an old looking man with grey hair and a potbelly. He had piercing grey eyes and a look of tiredness on his face. As soon as I reached the table the vampire sniffed and beamed. "A Veneziano. To what do I owe this pleasure?"

I would have ripped off his head and kept it as a souvenir somewhere in the vampire quarter of town. "We are ranked the highest on the food chain," I pointed out. "What you are hearing makes no sense. They are just rumors." He shook his head violently, appearing to counter my words. I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by this. "I have seen it with my own eyes," he explained. "It attacked one of my friends and sucked him dry on the spot." I chuckled again. "Explain this vampire hunter's appearance to us," Solomon asked, gesturing sarcastically. "He wears all black and covers his face with a hood," he said. "Rumours has it that nobody has ever seen his face. He hides it perfectly under the hood alw

I tell her when I walk out the shower and leave her to gather herself. I pick a black button down and black slacks, my shiny dressed shoes and the Rolex I got from my father when I killed my first vampire. Then I turn to Adriana’s side of the closet and pick a burgundy colored jumpsuit that exposes her entire back. The phoenix on her back and her not yet healed mark will be on full display. I love it.

The vampire turns around, pulling a smoking pistol from under his cloak, aiming it at the hunter, who is examining his wound. A few quiet pops. Bullets fly out of a shiny case, decorated with hieroglyphs. The shells fall, slightly smoking purple. Oval pieces of metal dig into the shoulders, chest, the last bullet enters the knee. The hunter falls, flesh tearing from the explosions inside the body. There is rage in his eyes. Green smoke envelops the hunter, wounds heal poorly, charge components interfere with magical regeneration. The vampire takes off, reloading his pistol on the move, immediately disappearing behind the nearest columns. The hunter stands up, pulling a short spear with a wid

Some parts of the chest, still slightly covered with dirt, and also rusted with ages. "The soul of the vampire hunter is now ready..." Alexis heard the woman's voice again. Alexis immediately turned her head slowly to be able to look directly at the shadowy figure of the woman in the Victorian dress who was still standing in the same position there. Alexis looked at the woman's reflection with her eyes which were starting to lose a little focus there right now. “Long live for the truth! Long live for the vampire hunter!” The shadowy figure of the woman brandished the small sword in her left hand into the air. And when the shadow of the woman shouted that again, slowly, the shadowy figure of

My parents were already standing where they normally did for meetings and I searched for Adrian but didn't see him. Oh no. Sarah and I struggled to push ourselves to the front and we were able to. I could see 5 of our hunters use extended hardened metal cords to hold the vampire out. He was binded by his arms and legs, his clothes torn. He had very pale skin, almost unnaturally so. His facial features were sharp and gave him a mysterious and attractive look. He had high cheekbones that made his face look sculpted and chiseled. His jawline was angular, defined, and stood out, adding to his vampire-like appearance.

It was like everyone had disappeared. He was 6'0. His skin was pale and pinkish. His lips looked bloodied and his shoulder-length hair was as dark as midnight matching his eyes. He had a silver necklace, which was odd because he was a vampire. His fangs were out. He wore a see-through red satin-like dress shirt with black leather pants. Velda couldn't take her eyes off him even as he walked away. She knew that she had found her mate. Salvatore became an anchor to the Crazy, Angry wolf/human he would later nickname Vixen.

Because she was standing next to the door, water splashed on her, and now through her thin shirt, her translucent white skin appeared, making the hunters extremely confused. Vampire hunters often pray, eat vegetarian food, and practice a pure lifestyle, so when they saw this scene, everyone blushed and felt embarrassed. They hastily apologized to the homeowner, then ran to the fence and quickly climbed out. When she was sure they were far away, she went back in, locked the door, and went to the kitchen to find Harvey. At this moment, she saw him as just a good, obedient boy. He stood hiding behind the wooden cabinet, silent. - Harvey, they're gone. – Aurora tried to suppress her smile and so

"Can I have more?" "No, that was just a kick start, you need to drink fresh blood for your body to gain its full vampiric potential, but dare kill one and one of my two hunters will ash you up" Tiffany looked at the two clad in black coats, zipped open she saw the throwing knives ready in battle jackets they had on underneath "Can I have a uniform like that?" "Don't push your luck here, now go, its up to you if you'll continue this path, don't make me regret giving you the bite sooner than we agreed upon"

White shoes, pants, a white doctor's coat, and a white shirt underneath. “All right, I have enough juice to maybe get four people out of here and get myself back here. But I'm going to need someone to get me out of here when we're all done. I won't be able to get myself home,” Vincent said as he began looking for the four smallest hybrids. The smaller the mass, the less it drains his already weak ability to teleport. Just as he opens a cell door, the main door at the end of the hall flies open, and a flood of vampires races in. These vampires looked different. They were not wearing white; they were dressed in black and red.