Vampire Hunter D Light Novel 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?"

As innocent as a hunter’s adolescence could be, anyway. The vampire lurched towards me, his canines distended far below his lips and bared in a gruesome snarl. His dark face was scarred, the white lines stark against his brown skin, and I sidestepped his attack neatly. My boots crushed more glass beneath my feet, and then I was spinning through the air, swinging back towards the old lady vampire and retrieving my stake. In one clean, swift movement I yanked it free, and rammed it through the scarred vampire’s heart.

He enlightened her. "Breed? There are breeds? Aren't you all the same?" Adrianna was dumbfounded to know that vampires have different breeds. He got up and went to grab a book from his shelves, and hand a heavy book to Adrianna. "This will help you because I am not good at explaining things and facts." Said Alaric. Her palms touched the cover of the book which looked antique and royal. She read the title 'Vamoose', called Vampire in latin. "You didn't tell me you have kids." Alaric asked her.

Eli's instincts told him that something sinister was brewing, and he knew he couldn't ignore it. Determined to uncover the truth, Eli sets out on a dangerous journey that takes him deep into the heart of the supernatural world. Along the way, he discovers new allies and faces powerful enemies, but he knows that the fate of both the vampire and human worlds depends on his success. As the lines between friend and foe blur, Eli must navigate a treacherous path and make difficult choices. But with love and determination as his guide, he is ready to face whatever lies ahead and bring an end to the return of darkness.

Inside, what remained of a Nosferatu lord’s marrow—liquid preserved, glimmering faintly like oil on black water. “Drink,” she commanded the acolytes. Their eyes widened. Mira’s lips parted, but Seraphine’s gaze silenced her protest. They took the vial in trembling hands, tilting drops of the thick ichor onto their tongues. Both gagged, but they swallowed. Their pupils dilated instantly, a sheen of hunger overtaking fear. The chamber recognized the offering. Runes carved into the floor ignited, not with light but with shadow, each stroke blacker than void. The marks writhed, bending against stone as though unwilling to be still. The air turned heavy, pressing down on their lungs until every b

Chapter 8: The New Blood Pact The rain fell without mercy, as if trying to wash something away from Valenfort. Forked lightning ripped the night, reflecting off the hundreds of iron-and-steel buildings that shuddered under emergency alarms. Newsfeeds lit up across the city: a mysterious explosion in the northern suburbs, suspected involvement of a pureblood vampire. Evelyn stood at the window of the ruined house, watching distant red lights blink like predator eyes. Outside, Lucien, coat plastered to his shoulders, hair soaked, talked with a group of strangers. They weren’t Guild agents and they weren’t purebloods, just survivors rejected by both worlds.

The carriage started to move down the road to Alistair's home. The ride to the carriage was silent as each member were occupied with their thoughts. They got to the house and entered inside, Fife immediately poured himself a drink, he poured for the others as well and they all drank. "so, what just happened? How is he a vampire?", Elena asked. "I was born a vampire", Alistair answered. "don't you need to be bitten?", Theodore asked. "not all vampires are bitten. Some are born as well, the born vampires are more powerful",

"Where did you-" "Finally, I found it mate. Soul reaper is mine." Terry let out his usual dark chuckle. That knife is soul reaper. "Now, should I kill you first and then go for her next?" he asked Alex and his words rang through my mind a million times before it all came crashing down. Wait-wait, there is no way that this knife can kill a vampire right? It can't be, there is-

Dax was over them now, and he sank a titanium bullet into the monster’s head, immediately exploding it into a million pieces of ash. The other Vampire who had been laughing alongside them threw himself at Dax, but he turned and fired just once, also ending the monster. Through tear-filled eyes, Brandon surveyed the battlefield. All around him, he saw Vampires turning to ash and dust with ease, and he realized the shield was up. “Are you doing this, Cass?” he asked, hoping she had somehow missed the vomiting and the tears. “No,” she said back immediately. “It must be Heather.” The Hybrid was still kneeling in the same spot, even though it was obvious a Healer was taking care of the wounded Hu