Vampire Hunter Novels & Stories

The two Vampires saw Jax and Phoebe, the female Vampire smiled scornfully at them and said: “Hunters? It's been a long time since I've seen a hunter, you guys are hounds, why do you always want to chase us?" The male Vampire heard the "Hunter" and his eyes lit up, the blood-red human glowed in the dark, he was excited and laughing hysterically: "You guys are hunters, honestly I am. I've never seen a hunter before, I've only seen you in the books. What can you do, dance, act like cats, hahaha… if that's the case then I'll kill you today and hang your heads so all hounds like you will be terrified.”

Without touching the bastard, using only his will and a flare of savage anger, James threw the Hunter against the far wall and held him there, two hundred and fifty pounds of thrashing, feral vampire suspended three feet off the ground. He saw the hunger in Hunter's eyes, those slitted pupils fixed on Grace, even though James was tightening his mental hold around the buckhead's throat, killing him by degrees. The long fangs were dripping saliva, the mind inside the huge skull no longer capable of any thought besides feeding the thirst. Now he knew, they were not just ordinary hunters. They were almost like vampires, but feral. "Damn it!" He grumbled. If his assumption was right, then it was

"Why are you hurt if you are a vampire? You can heal, can't you?" He chuckles. Why? "Hunters have their kinds of animals. They train them differently and invest them with Hunter's blood. The blood of a Hunter burns a vampire. It wouldn't heal like any other wound. To be honest, I'd prefer an axe to the chest than a Hunter's blood spilling on my skin. First would heal easily." "That's a very stupid comparism." For some reason, I realise this is our first less toxic conversation together. Seemingly. I don't know why I care about it.

"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

Two more vampires landed on the ground in front of the first vampire and my head snapped to the side as the first one got up and stared past me. “I’ll save you Daddy!” Hunter was running full speed toward me and the blood drained from my face. “Hmm a snack.” The vampire turned towards Hunter as the other two vampires sped towards me. I turned and started running towards Hunter. “Hunter! Run!” He seemed determined to reach me, his eyes blazing yellow, no fear evident on his face. The first vampire jumped on my back and sent me propelling forward as Echo separated from me. I grabbed Hunter in my arms and rolled with him, coming to a stop with me on top of him. The second vampire bit my arms as

They both went down in a tangle of limbs. Three more hunters appeared. These were better trained. They moved as a unit, two with silver nets, one with a flamethrower. The one with the flamethrower fired, and I barely dodged as a jet of fire scorched the air where I'd been standing. Fire. Vampires hated fire almost as much as UV light. One of Jaxon's wolves, a smaller brown one, leaped over me and slammed into the hunter with the flamethrower. The weapon went flying, spraying fire across the ceiling. Sprinklers activated immediately, drenching the room in water.

Then, from the darkness, a voice—deep, calm, utterly without fear. "I'm not here for you, vampire." A figure emerged from the shadows outside the broken window. Tall, broad-shouldered, with silver hair cropped close and eyes that gleamed in the darkness. He carried a crossbow loaded with what I assumed were more silver bolts. "I'm here for the girl." My blood ran cold. "Luna Marchetti." The hunter's eyes found me over Alexander's shoulder. "Daughter of Antonio Marchetti. The man who died protecting your kind."

She stared realizing dius was nowhere in the room when had he left? “are you alright?” the girl asked brown eyes warm as she looked on at her in concern “your not one of them?” she asked as she grabbed the woman’s shoulders hard when she stood letting her eyes roam the room to make sure no vampire was close “no I’m sorry I’m bethany i am the physician here” she said “what... physician?” she asked “yes I’m the doctor who watches over the humans being fed, and the half breeds who are turned familiars on their first night” bethany said

"Unlike ninety percent of my human guards, you've actually demonstrated that you can hold your own against both werewolves and vampires without even picking up a firearm. I am in need of a new Hunter. The position has been vacant for quite some time and it's about time that I filled it." James arched an eyebrow at that. "What's involved?" Conrad smiled. "While we are not in a formal war with any of the other supernatural elements out there, occasionally there are those that need to be taken care of. That is what a Hunter does." "Hit Man for hire?" "More like 'extended range weapon'." James mulled it over. "Why not use a vampire for the job?"

He took a step back and she landed on the bare floor. "I doubt you know who I am," he spoke without fear. She laughed maniacally, "we, the condemned, have neither fear of the gods nor of man. Tell me, who are you?" He smiled, "I am no man. I am Sebastian Deusdedit, lord of the vampires." She seemed a bit shocked for an instant then her eyes glowed even more. "Even more lovely," she licked blood red lips, "your heart will give us even more power than we have ever had and we will conquer the villages and rip their heart to shreds."