Vampire Hunter Name Novels & Stories

Rose was running behind someone, but who? I tried calling her name, but she ignored me. Damn, the woman loved ignoring me. “Nikolas” Cullen yelled. Turning my head in time, I see a whip grace my arm. Vampire hunters? A tall man with a ponytail smirked. “We finally meet King Nikolas,” the man said. Hissing, I let my monster out. How dare they attack my home? “Now surrender o prepare to die,” the man said, smiling. The tattoo of a cross gave him away. A fucking blood hunter and no other than the church hunters. I looked until several hunters surrounded us, at least twelve. My guards and men fought. I saw Jordan killing two of them in a simple move. He was deadly.

A man in a white suit and black cloak approached them. His hair was short and white, while his skin was slightly wrinkled. He had a holy cross necklace around his neck and two scabbards on his waist, one of them was empty. “Who are you?” The knight from the crowd asked. “Christopher Bright. A Hunter. Veteran rank” The man showed a white Hunter tag to the knights and stored it away. “It seems that this had turned into a vampire, perhaps.” “A vampire?” Christopher looked at the crowd, he was searching for someone. “You. You were with him, weren’t you?” He said while pointing at the woman that screamed earlier.

Mom didn't bury my dead body in the ground, instead she constructed a small shelter that serves as my grave where she engraved my name on it. And she doesn't have any idea why I came to life after hundreds of years. Well, truth be told, me, too. I also told her that the vampire leader right now is named Flaviu Rusu, and he's not my father because my dad's name was Dracovick Sperova. I admit, he got a cool name.

"How do you know he doesn't want to see me?" "He said so." Ouch. "What's your name?" "Huh?" "Your name. What is it?" I repeated, liking the fact that my question had knocked him off centre. "Burney." You've got to be kidding me. Who in their right mind would name their Scorcher kid Burney?

Manslayer 120, 8th in the Twelve Descendants. • Yuan Laurent. Code Name: Kite. Manslayer 115, 9th in the Twelve Descendants. • Lamia Hale. Code Name: Sirius. Manslayer 114, 10th in the Twelve Descendants. • Atticus Hart. Code Name: Rhodes. Manslayer 111, 11th in the Twelve Descendants. • Taquila Sinclair Maven. Code Name: Sin. Manslayer 119, 12th in the Twelve Descendants. • Sage Hunter Fuevo. Code Name: Shun. Member of the legion, Vyel's accomplice. Develops an obsessive love towards Eliora.

I grinned slightly, spit out my gum I still had tucked in between my cheek and gum as I headed back to my single story home. My real name is Hera Constantine, a five hundred and thirty eight year old le femme vampire who is a paid assassin for the uber elite, there are only a handful of us. I'm petite, ruthless and very blunt. My clients call me Pandora because I listen to my playlists on the app as I make my kills. I hate other vampires although not many remain, after the governments of the world started destroying us, but that's another story. I have one rule, I won't kill anyone under eighteen. There are others that kill kids, but I'm not one of them. I live by myself and have no desire t

Alaric's guard rushed over and drove a blade through the vampire. Alaric came to. He pushed himself up and grabbed my shoulder. "Healer! Where's the Healer!" I looked down at the wound on my abdomen. Blood was still pouring out, and a deep, pulling pain kept rolling through my belly. I used the very last of my strength to look into Alaric's eyes. "My name is Ivy… Cain Thorne's Luna."

He smiled darkly as he leaned his face closer to me. “We hear there are quite some dangerously skilled hunters. Hunters that my dear rogue has been lucky to be in entanglement with.” My eyes widened for a split moment. Ash! “I’ve not been in contact with any werewolf Hunter!” I replied and he chuckled dryly. “Ash Luxton,” his eyebrow arched in pride. “Leon Luxton, Damon, Barron, Williams, Alston. These names sound familiar?” “No.” “You better choose your next words carefully darling, your friend’s life is at stake.” He said and the guard placed a small knife on her neck.

Claire interrupted, “What exactly is a Hunter?” He took a deep breath, steadying himself. “A hunter is a type of human who was or is a Mythical bounty hunter. They have enhanced skills; fighting abilities, enhanced senses. I think one or both of your parents were Hunters. Especially after seeing you in action. Haven’t you ever wondered how you could fight and keep up with the wolves and vampires in your coven and pack? Love, you ARE A HUNTER.”