Novel & Cerita Vampire Hunter

I raised my hand to my neck to see that my neck was still intact but the force of that blow was so bad that my vision was still blurred. "Your powers are manifesting, boy. You are a combination of human, hunter, daemon and vampire. Have you wondered why your blood is so delicious for your monster friends? Why the goddess went for your human heart? You are the rarest kind of Hunter. It's time for you to take your place as a Hunter."

The vampires and werewolves have been lifetime enemies, they hated each other guts and wouldn't waste a chance to snap each other's neck when the opportunity arises. In the country Bedel, there was a boundary that demarcated the vampire world and the wolf's world, it was a stream that flowed on a straight path, if each of the creatures were to cross it they will be in their enemies territory. There sitted on a rock close to the stream was Hunter, a 17 thousand years old vampire boy, had pale skin with red lips. He looked scrummy and would have needed a good sleep.

~Zegulf~ The human twists his head toward me, blood, sweat, and bruises all over his face, and his bellowing is quieted by the duct tape slapped over his mouth. “Hunter of hybrid vampires,” I continue as I walk around him. My hand lashes out to claw a deep gash across his tattooed chest. “How very fucking frightful.” Leaning against a wall, Declan chuckles and says, “Anyone want to take bets on how many hybrids he’s killed?”

Miriam said, greeting her teeth "Stop it," Jayer warned her. He knew how much she hated Mrs. Hunter. "Okay," Miriam quieted down, but it could be shown on her face. "Hello, everyone. Tonight we are hunting down two creatures. Wolves and infernos. But our priority for tonight is the Inferno. It's a very dangerous creature and can burn you alive. It doesn't die easily except with a special remedy and hit directly to its core at the chest. Don't expect to survive if you don't hit the target. You at least have one chance of killing it. The bullets have been dipped into the poisonous remedy and makes it easier for you to kill it. As for wolves tonight, we will have to shoot one when we see one an

She got me here and now I was determined to get us both out. As I reached the staircase, I heard a heavy gasp coming from one of the many doors on this floor. I froze and fixed my eyes on the person standing in the hallway. Instantly I recognized him as the guy who shot me. The memory came rushing back, the glasses, the frightened look, the silver gun in his shaky grip. But this time, there was no gun. Just clenched and trembling fists. Before I could say anything, he was already yelling, “Vampire in the Coven!!!! Vampire in the Coven!!!!”

I whispered as fidgeted with my fingers "Well don't look so glum I'm here to give you a second chance if your willing to take it, it's your choice" "What do you mean" "I mean you have a choice if you wanna become a hunter, here we are at the hunter institute where we recruit and train people to become hunters to defend threats to the supernatural and human community " I just stared at him as he continued "There are also hunters that are part of an elite group called assassin hunters, they are few but they are the strongest and most powerful of all the hunters , chris here is part of that group", he glanced at chris then back to me "he's a vampire with special abilities one of them being he c

I was convinced that what I was witnessing was a figment of my imagination, unable to fathom the reality of the situation. Directly before me stood a vampire, donning lengthy sleeves and a sombre hoodie that concealed his countenance and entire frame. His gloved hands also shielded his palms. He tightly gripped onto the iron bar of my window, emitting deep and guttural noises. The agony he was experiencing struck a deep chord within me. While it would have been effortless to remove his grasp on my window sill and send him hurtling from the building, the very thought of such an act stirred a palpable uneasiness in my chest. As I gazed out upon the city, I couldn't help but notice the hunters

Blake had been a vampire hunter for as long as he could remember. He was a natural-born killer, and he had a deep-seated hatred for all creatures of the night. But it was the werewolves that he despised the most. They were the ones who had killed his family, and he had sworn to avenge their deaths by hunting down every last one of them. Blake was relentless in his pursuit of the werewolves. He would track them for days, sometimes even weeks, until he finally caught up to them. And when he did, he would show them no mercy. He was known throughout the supernatural world as a hunter who never missed his mark.

Lisanna started telling Cassandra everything she knew. “Those boys following them are Jet Crane, he is a warlock, Liam Wright, a werewolf from the West, and Oliver Hunt, a vampire. Jet currently ranked number 4 while Liam was 5, and Oliver was the second,” Lisanna said. Cassandra listened intently. “And those mean girls are Judith Lockhart, a witch, Krystal Knight, a vampire, and Joana Redwood. Joana was also a vampire and she was obsessed with First,” Lisanna mumbled. She ate the remaining piece for her food while looking fat Cassandra's reaction in front of her.

I asked, and they shook their heads. "We need to find him. The vampires have been hit bad already. All the blood banks have been destroyed. We have been working double-time, hunting and killing vampires that cross the line and hunt humans for food. We can't keep it up because John Hunter is beginning to retaliate." Kevin Palm, another top hunter, complained. We agreed to find out where the hunters were hiding and if truly Giles was the one leading them. I had trouble believing this because the man was in his sixties by now, but we knew what that bloodline was capable of. Anything was possible.