Vampire Hunter D Bloodlust 2000 Novels & Stories

“It’s about a human woman.” “Oh,” Ambrose said, leaning back in his chair, crossing his legs, his interest peaked. “Please do continue.” “I met her at the blood auction, her scent drove my vampire side mad, he just had to have her. I have never felt so much bloodlust before, I felt like if I didn’t sink my teeth into her right then and there, I’d shrivel up and die.” “Hmm interesting,” Ambrose said raising his hand to stroke his long white beard. “And did you given in? Did you drain her dry?”

"Make us gone, Danny. There's more on the way. Coming at us from above—" At that instant, something heavy hit the roof of the vehicle. In a peal of screeching tires, Danny threw the SUV into reverse, dislodging the Hunter onto the hood. A fast zigzagging maneuver threw it off the car completely, and as the feral vampire came up from its roll on the street, the leather-clad warrior in the passenger seat leaned out his open window and filled the Hunter with a merciless hail of bullets. The warrior squeezing the trigger shouted a coarse battle cry as a seemingly endless blast of gunfire ripped like thunder into the night. When it finally ceased, Danny exhaled a wry oath.

Eljo heard screams and saw that people were running out of the compound. Vampires won’t go near a hunter as they know that besides drinking to death or being burnt to death by fire or daylight, a hunter can kill them as well. A hunter, when their sense was activated, can penetrate a vampire's skin. All the hunters have to do was punch a hole in the place where the vampire's heart used to be and leave a single strand of their own hair; or any part of their body, but a strand of hair was the obvious choice. A single strand of hunter's hair in the place where a vampire’s heart used to be before it turned to ash, blows up vampire-like fireworks unless they were born Vampires like some Prehistori

and then when the rogue was done with my brother, it'd hunt Marley down and. “Sire!” For the second time in as many days, Tony came bursting through the doors of the library. But this time, his fledgling, Maddison was close on his heels, her hands covered in a brackish black liquid. Being what I am, I knew in an instant what it was. Coagulated vampire blood. I stood as Tony and Maddison came closer. “What’s—” Tony turned to Maddison and the pretty blonde vampire lifted her blue gaze to me. The woman had always been one of my favorite hunters. “Maddison, tell him.”

one of the bloodsuckers growled, distracted. It was now or never. Lily launched herself from the edge of the hayloft with a menacing growl, landing on top of one of the vamps. Her jaws snapped, teeth ripping and tearing into deadened vamp flesh. The vampire let out a shrieking hiss. But with surprise on her side, Lily sank her canines into the vampire’s jugular, filling her mouth with a nasty iron taste. She ripped her muzzle back, taking out the vampire by its throat.

Alucard swiftly defended himself. Mane snorted before turning away. He couldn’t tell if Alucard was lying or not, but that didn’t matter now. What mattered was what Dracula was going to use his blood for. Mane remembered what he had seen when he used Spirit Scan on vampires during his spar with Alucard in their first meeting. There was a Glow called Bloodlust. It was a skill that could only be activated by consuming the blood of a pure blood under the condition that the target had not been pierced by the fangs of a dark creature. While the specifics were missing, pure blood could mean anything. It could be a pure-blooded elf, a pure-blooded dragon…

The burning blade sliced his head clean off no blood at all. “Damn that was a good fucking throw, Mina.” I said, still shooting and killing Vampmons. Hunter let out a loud roar and went straight in the group of Vampmons that were attacking Ocean and Tavie. Tackling one and ripping his head off in one bite and using his claws to rip through the chest of the other. He killed all four Vampmons without ever putting his front paws on the ground. Mina was hanging on for dear life. “Hey man what the hell was that? You gotta warn a motha fucka before you go on a killing spree. And why the hell you have me doing all that shit if you could have killed half these motha fuckas without me doing shit?” I

Callum’s estate-the plan Lucas and Sophie made it out alive, victorious in the games. Hunter released them—though not without a stern warning. He’d cleared the place, leaving only her, him, and Hank, along with the rest of the vampire clan. Hunter was fighting to keep his composure; hurting her was the last thing he wanted. Three weeks in, he forced her to feed again, but this time, the bloodlust took over. He knew what she craved—his hands trailed her skin, his lips moved lower. He took his time, drawing her in, but when her gaze locked with him, all he saw was hate. She saw a monster, a killer. The desire was fleeting; the hatred lingered.

The elder smiles, raises the chalice and faces the crowd, “We accept Angel Hunter as our Luna, we will respect her and aid her in any way we can. Now Luna Angel Hunter and Alpha Damon Lucas Hunter will both drink from the chalice, the blood symbolises the unity of our leaders and their commitment to the Silverwood Pack” Damon drinks the blood, he has a strange moment where he looks dazed, his eyes seem to light up with an actual glow. It looks like something from a Ski Fi movie, I’m worried because he seems frozen in time. The elder steps to Damon and gently puts his hand on Damon’s shoulder to check he’s ok and Damon steps out of his trance. Damon passes me the chalice and “whispers it’s ok