Romans & histoires Vampire Hunter Name

one from the crowd cut me in. My troops instantly growled towards that person, but since this is a place where fighting is prohibited, they controlled themselves. "Thanks, Lucas," I replied to him with a wide smile, "But to some that don't know who I am, let me introduce myself to you. My name is Hunter, the name itself tells you what I am capable of. You know what will happen to you if you have the gut to linger around my pack, uninvited in the middle of the night, climbing towards my sister's bedroom, right, Lucas?"

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

“Are you more willing to tell me what kind of creatures you are?” He looks up at me. The fight is no longer in his eyes. “The god calls us vampires.” “God?” “The villagers succeeded to call on the God of Blood.” “And?” “It just so happens that we are around.” “Stop lying, filthy creature,” comes Klevon’s voice. He is wiping his face as he stares down at the creature. “You fooled these villagers into calling the gods so their sickness can be healed!” “The filthy creature’s name is Gezer, mage hunter. And no, that ain’t correct. If it is, then their ritual won’t succeed. We could have all died.”

"What's your name?" "I'm Miranda Whitmore, the other girl is Shelly-Ann Stevens, holding her is Duran Doe, the big guy is Valko Silver. This stinky one right here is Nigel Vanderwolf." "Ahhh, A Vanderwolf you say? Hmm," the vampire hummed. "And what's your name?" Miranda asked him.

I was ready for whatever was coming. "Hunter, What's happening here?" A man with long hair asked. He seemed the same age as the wolf standing in front of me. The other two seemed very young. One was a little bit taller than another one but I doubt that they weren't strong. "Intruder," the guy whose name I found out was Hunter replied. The man with long hair came near me. I took a step back. He stood feet away and brought his face near me. "Vampire," he said and everyone stood there in a ready-to-fight position.

Alexander says, stating the obvious. “You don’t say,” I deadpan. “Lock his legs in another cell please, Allan,” he requests. “What’s your name?” He asks the vampire. “Crawl back to the shadows you came from. The King will reward me,” the vampire spits. Alexander kneels in front of the vampire and stares into his eyes, “I Benedict Alexander White, command you to tell me your name, before I start hacking off more body parts, inch by inch,” he threatens. “My name is Archer,” the vampire tells him with a defeated look on his face.

*** Abraham Van Helsing, the Dutch vampire hunter, had once had an apprentice whom he admired and held in high regard, long before he even considered the holy order as a potential calling. Helsing betrayed his apprentice and thought he had disposed of him. However, the tales surrounding this event were shrouded in insufficient recounting and relied solely on rumors. Higgins, renowned for his extraordinary ability to communicate with the dead, was known as the Necromancer Hunter. His expertise lay in influencing the living through the use of the deceased as conduits. His discarded body had washed up on the shores of a massive island housing several packs of werewolves, one of which belonged t

“ Yes he is my father. He died a few years ago though so unfortunately for you, you won’t be able to take your revenge on him.” Another man said, “ If your a Hunter what the fuck are you doing here??” Many people were looking at me either wary or curious of my answer, but they all looked ready for a fight. “ Yes I’m half Hunter but my mother was a werewolf of Beta descent. Her blood is what makes me one of you.”

I remembered that I used to love when my mother would make mashed potatoes and the apples that she picked from our tree before we ran from the city. The vampires talked among one another as they ate, each one looking astoundingly perfect in every way. Humans often envied vampires for their looks, as did I when I was younger. I stood silently next to Master, as did some of the other slaves and pets. A few vampires kept their pets on their lap, such as the vampire sitting next to Master. Xander is what I came to find out his name was. He seemed to be a good friend of Masters since he's the only one I've seen Master talk to this entire time.

He finally introduced himself. Harley couldn't help but smile. There was something about him that was less threatening compared to other blood suckers that she had encountered, and now she could finally put a name to the handsome face she'd been blatantly staring at. "Pretty human name to me, I'm Harley but it seems that you already knew that." She responded. "Why? What kind of name would you associate with a vampire?" He questioned. "Hmm… I don't know. Dracula, Vladimir, Lorenzo, something along those lines." She listed all the names that popped into her head.