Romans & histoires Vampire Hunter Name

, he said and he quickly turned off his phone. My tears still streaming down my face. I wiped it with the back of my palm. I took my laptop inside my bag. I put it on my study table near the window. I rolled up the blinds just to exposed my room to the brightness of the sunrays. I sat and begun to type and browse about the vampire thing. I type the words Demon hunter and when I clicked the enter the same name appeared on the laptop screen. " Alexis Demitri ". I click the name and I saw his biography. He's the only one who's in a young age of ten, caught and killed a wild boar in their town. He's known to be one of the demon hunter who's still active and available anytime. He's father is Vict

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

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.

“What are your names?” “……” all seven of the vampires just silently glanced up at him. “Can someone tell me what your names are? Pease… I mean you no harm.” He looked intently at the bling vampire. “I’m Darius. The grumpy-looking kid is Elijah, the trebling one is Kiran.” He pointed to the tallest of them all. “This is matt. And this is Avery. The black-haired twins are hunter and Issac,” “good… I’m Killian. I’m a beta of this pack,”

Honestly, when I was young the thought of killing anything, let alone a person, Vampire or not, made me sick to my stomach. But when a Vampire killed my mother, my only family that I had ever known, back when I was 12 years old... I knew I had to avenge her death. Number 148 mom, number 148 and I will never stop. I will kill every last one of these blood sucking leeches. My name is Snow. I'm 28 years old, and I’m a Vampire Hunter.

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 do not care much for who this Vampire is; they shall both die today. Nobody shall come to make my city as their playground." With that, we make haste into the direction where the Hunter has set off. And in no time, we find the female Vampire of which I believe is his mother called Annabelle. And as we anticipated, he is standing by her side. And my god, is he standing, our little uselessHunter is an Ancient just as what his father was. And I am referring to his birth father and not that man that is lying dead in the valley behind us. So once again, our tired bones find ourselves at a battle. Guess joining forces is becoming second nature, and killing our own kind is just becoming as frequ

Waylan murmured when one vampire attacked her. But when Waylan fights back for her life, she just cries and let the vampire suck her blood. But she was suddenly got shocked when someone hold her hand while pulling her away from that vampire. And for the second time around she sees Zeal in a vampire form but too weak and the wound from his stomach is still there that's why Waylan got confused because all she knows is vampires can heal their wounds. 'How can you stop me from killing that human who causes all this! And even you! If not because of you! this won't happen!" said the vampire who attacks Waylan in anger.

"The Hunters of The Van Helsingr are an elite hunting group established centuries ago, after Count Dracula's demise. My mom's family were Hunters too. It was something that their descendants had to pass on as a tradition to finish dealing off with the Vampire King and his disciple Alphas. Anyone from the Hunters know Mythics exist, while the rest of the world is oblivious." Shawn lowered his head and shuddered quietly. He turned a sour gaze towards the sand. His fists clenched tightly and his wolf incisors sharpened out his lips, he was radiating off a fit of raging anger inside. Showing his unrivaled hate for Vampires. "What I hate most, are those damn bloodsuckers. They're the reasons my y

“For me to be able to control someone who was not my bride, they would need to drink my blood as well, and you say you are a vampire hunter.” “Shut it Dagon.” “Oh, I am touched, I think that is the first time you have said my name.” I could just picture his condescending grin. He was quiet for a few minutes, then added, “Silent treatment again, huh?” I got up and grabbed a cup and filled it with mead, and sat down by the fire, ignoring him.