Vampire Hunter D Novels & Stories

"And unexplained Neratomay deaths?" On that I hesitated. "None that I'd describe as unexplained." Malarias stared at me. "A vampire not five years turned did not properly secure his home," I continued. "Sleep took him while in the living room of his house. A human opened the door, and he never woke again. Two others died in a sanctioned battle, and Tyler was sent to handle two others."

Just as I ran toward the door, my bare foot snagged on a piece of glass on the ground and blood spattered around me. I yelled out in pain, nearly falling to the floor. My foot throbbed from the cut, and I heard the vampire gasping. When I turned back, I saw the hunger in his eyes. He opened his mouth, revealing fangs, and his breathing grew immensely. Dark swirls covered his face, and his eyes were black like the night sky. He lunged toward me in a quick motion. I managed to grab the door and pull myself out of the room, slamming the door shut just as he reached me. He ran into the door, but it snapped off its hinges as he did so.

Flashes hit the eyes harder. The vampire looks, he sees an unfamiliar place. High arches, symbols on the floor, the hunter looks at his hands, they are shrouded in greenish smoke, the skin is wet. He looks ahead of him, in front of him stands a figure in a black hood, completely covering his head and face. The picture begins to blur, as if you are on the verge of sleep and still fighting the battle to stay awake. The vampire strains his will, too little blood, the memories have to be pulled out. The vision became clear again for a second. The vampire took advantage of the moment and carefully studied what room the hunter was in at his birth.

It's like we're in a teleserye where the most important character in the story will enter with matching wind and the silence of the people here in the hall. I saw a man enter with black hair and red lips, a sharp nose and Sea green eyes. There was a mole on the side of his eye and he was wearing a black leader and black pants, he was wearing rings and they were really shining. "He's Creed Lux ​​Vaughn, the eldest of the Vaughn's. He's known to be hot -headed but he's nice when you two are close. He's a Half Vampire and half wolf. you see his Sea green eyes? That's his best asset, but be careful because those eyes are already hypo hihi. " The story of Lit.

Not his glowing red eyes, not his bloodstained lips, not the way he looked at me like he already knew what my pulse felt like under his tongue. “I’m sorry if I startled you, little Violence,” he said smoothly, his voice deep and steady in a way that made my chest feel too tight. “And to answer your question, I’m Dax, and I’m a vampire. Forgive my intrusion, but I couldn’t help it anymore...I had to see you.”

The devil pulls a sword from a useless coat of armor as he walks over to his enemy. "I don't care if you mind," Devil smiles at him as he uses his magic to keep the man in place. "I just need a little something from you. That thing in your chest you don't need anymore." He stabs the clan leader in the chest, just below the rib cage. "After all, what does a heartless beast need a heart for?" "Jonathan?" blood flows from the vampires mouth as he looks at his attacker in confusion. "Wh?" "I don't care how or why but you made something that I need eradicated," Jonthan leaves the blade to keep the other pinned and rams his fist into the vampire's chest, right where his heart it. "No hard feelings

Kaelynn asked, her voice trembling with fear; it pains me to see her like this. "He is not yet a full vampire, nor is he pure blood. He's a dhampir," Daryl said, and Kaelynn looked relieved, and I saw her grip her hand tighter. "Make your choice, Kaelynn. We won't kill you, it just depends on you if you can last longer here," Daryl said, and Kaelyn stood up and wiped her tears. "I know I'm just your maid here, but as your maid, I request that you let me handle all cleaning and other housekeeping chores here so that those women you killed can have peace and rest," she said before breaking down in tears and kneeling.

Something she could only imagine existed in books and movies. A pair of red eyes and two long fangs that stuck out of the mouth as though they were always meant to be there. Except there was no blood dripping from his mouth as always described in books. Yet, she was still scared senseless at the sight of a living, vampire right in front of her eyes. He moved closer to her again but this time, she was prepared and understood what he was. She lunged on her feet in fright and prepared to flee. But she had barely moved two steps when that figure appeared in front of her again.

My blood was already in effect in her system, which made her stronger. She lurched at me at speed I couldn't even think to block. But Francis, a vampire hunter accustomed to vampires moving fast, was faster. He shot Kaya down, one arrow in each of her shoulders, and then a final one into her heart. The precision of his shot was frightening for how far away he was, hidden on a rooftop of an opposite building. Kaya coughed once, twice, and yielded blood from her both the third time. She was spewing before I knew what was happening.

While she was looking for answers to her questions, something caught her eye. "A black cape? Long-sleeved white shirt? And a red bow?” Cyrille's eyes begin to widen. "This is how a vampire dresses in classic Dracula films!" she exclaimed. “Oh my—” She couldn't finish her words and immediately covered her mouth to keep from shouting. She was overjoyed with the mixed emotions she was experiencing at the time, and she couldn't believe that after days of fruitless hunting, she'd have the good fortune to meet a vampire.