Vampire Hunter D Novels & Stories

You wouldn’t want anyone just walking around with something that can kill you. It was meant for the whole underworld when it was created eons ago but no one really knows the truth behind the fire. So without that piece this hunter is really just dead weight. Maybe declaring to kill him was an exaggeration. I sigh internally while keeping my face still and showing no emotion. What should I do? “What did u mean, kid? With what you said?” The hunter scoffs and rolls his eyes, he’s barely moved and I take a good look at him. Sharp jaw line, pitch black hair that barely passes his ears, sharp features and nice lips.

Han was lounging with a blue drink in hand, looking pleased with himself. “Hunter, glad you could make it,” Han said, snapping his fingers. A female vampire appeared almost instantly. “Take care of him,” Han murmured, then turned to Hunter. “Have fun, my friend.” The girl handed Hunter a drink, which he downed in one go. She pulled him into a room, and things moved quickly, jacket off, shirt off, her dress on the floor. She wasn’t bad, Hunter thought, yanking her into his lap as he sank his fangs into her neck. He took her hard, a couple of times, but even then, Chloe’s face flashed in his mind.

a grim reaper reported. "What did you say? Did you say, Zanea?" his eyes widened in fear as he looked at the grim reaper. The man bent down his knees and frowned, "Yes, archangel. His name was written in the list," he responded and his heart sank to realized that Zanea was the one who killed the Vampire.

I watched Aiday's eyes grow wide, she looked at me, and smiled lightly, "Before I tell you my answer, I need to confess something to you." I got scared for a moment and stood up, ready to hear what she had to say, "I found my mate." My heart crumpled, but she didn't stop, "He's tall, bright blue eyes, dark hair, kind hearted," this woman is torturing me, I thought, "and he's a vampire." I paused when I heard that, "What?" I asked, and she nodded, "I'm your…"

I had heard a lot from those werewolves than I knew about myself. Who was Giles Hunter, and what had he done to make the werewolves hate him so much? John Hunter was my supposed father, and he was a vampire. Did he kill my mother? Was that why I was dumped at the orphanage? Who was my mother? Was she alive? Had she been turned into a vampire too? I found out that Werewolves and vampires existed in one night. If truly the people those werewolves mentioned were my relatives, then I better hang around Oscar for safety, but for how long will he protect me from his kind?

Her eyes then bulged at the sight of me, the sound of a gasp entering her lips before she looked at Xander. That was the last thing I saw before he closed the door, cutting off most of the light that was entering into the room. I could barely see anything more than three feet ahead of me. I took a long shaky breath as I turned towards Xander, freezing under his suddenly confident gaze. His mossy green eyes shone through the dark as all vampires eyes did. His familiar grin made a quick appearance, instinctively making me take a step back. The slim hope I had of those files even existing quickly disappeared.

He looked at me with disappointment. "How many times would I have to tell you this Amaya, I would never in my life hurt you." "How am I even supposed to stick with that when I don't even know your name?" "Faire enough." He chuckled. "My name is Damon." Damon, that's a nice name. Wait a damn minute. "Damon Salvatore?" I questioned. Even though they looked nothing alike, I couldn't help myself from asking. I mean what a coincidence this was. Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon.

Lisanna started telling Cassandra everything she knew. “Those boys following them are Jet Crane, he is a warlock, Liam Wright, a werewolf from the West, and Oliver Hunt, a vampire. Jet currently ranked number 4 while Liam was 5, and Oliver was the second,” Lisanna said. Cassandra listened intently. “And those mean girls are Judith Lockhart, a witch, Krystal Knight, a vampire, and Joana Redwood. Joana was also a vampire and she was obsessed with First,” Lisanna mumbled. She ate the remaining piece for her food while looking fat Cassandra's reaction in front of her.

, I whispered to her ears and dragged her out from that house unconscious. I need to find a person who could help me find that demon or vampire who made my Diana like this. I looked at her innocent face, so pure and feminine while she's sleeping in my bed. I'm at my table busy scrolling down any sites that could give me a demon/vampire hunter on my laptop. I'm looking for sites that are legit and approachable. " Gotcha! I found one!" http.legendhunter.com. I browse his file and I found the person who could help Diana.

Then, flashing through the void of my horrible, awful choices, a shout: “She’s one of them!” “No she fucking isn’t!” Dad roared, the sound so wild, so animalistic, that I hardly made out the voice as his. “Look at her arm.” He punctuated it with a swift blow, which was followed by the slump of a body against the floor. I dropped the body to the ground, disgusted. My arm no longer burned, but my cheeks did as I rose and forced a stake into the vampire’s heaving chest. I did not pause to look at my wrist; I did not dare to look at my Dads, at the other hunters. Shame clouded my head, and I stumbled back into the fray, desperate to shove aside all thoughts except the bliss of mindless movement,