Vampire Hunter Novels & Stories

’ Alaric kept thinking about all this when he heard some footsteps. He silently heard what they were talking about. “Boss!! We have found two dead bodies of vampires. Only one is bitten by a werewolf, and another…wait… there is one more.” A man kept speaking, and Alaric sensed that it was a human but a human having so much knowledge about the supernatural creature. That meant only one thing, HUNTERS. Alaric watched how a group of hunters was giving details to their BOSS and showed them all the evidence that they could find. He felt it was useless and thought to leave when he heard.

She titled herself and glanced at the Hunters, then said maniacally, "Now where are we?" "Ah yes. You're all going to die here." She declared at the rabid wolf and to the Hunters in front of her. The Hunters glanced at each other. Even with thick armor Vesper could hear their trembling hearts. "There's a Vampire in the manor?" One of the Hunters asks in confusion. As the word left his mouth, a loud bang echoed in the hallway. Now the bullet penetrated their armor and the Hunter fell to the ground and never got up. Blood gushed on the floor. The body starts flying as the shooters shoot them vigorously.

There's moisture in the heavy air before the rain and the smells linger. I have to try to block out everything about Ara to try to see beyond her. It was humans. More than one. They were carrying guns. There's a whisk of aftershave and cheap perfume. Alcohol. Sweat. Despite the urgency of the situation, a smile forms on my lips. I've said it before and I'll say it now: humans can be so, so stupid. I am not a vampire just because I drink blood. I'm a vampire because I am a hunter, and while I don't particularly enjoy tapping into the essence of who I am, I do it now.

– she flashed her eyes playfully. But Tristan was in no mood to support her game. - Why did you come here? For my soul? – Tantario asked directly. “Sharp-witted,” the woman said respectfully. - My name is Kitoriya, and I am the Head of the Hunters. I bring justice to vampires. - What do people have to do with it? – Felix couldn’t stand it. “We need people for training... pets, if you understand what I’m talking about, Supreme One,” she winked at Tristan, who was frozen like a statue.

"Where did you-" "Finally, I found it mate. Soul reaper is mine." Terry let out his usual dark chuckle. That knife is soul reaper. "Now, should I kill you first and then go for her next?" he asked Alex and his words rang through my mind a million times before it all came crashing down. Wait-wait, there is no way that this knife can kill a vampire right? It can't be, there is-

The only fast way was simply to swim considering this side of the beach was deserted with no speed boats in sight. "Going for a swim?" a male voice asked with an Irish accent. Kim spun around heel in head ready to take him. The man regarded her coolly. He had reddish brown hair falling to his shoulders and he stood perfectly still in a black suit. He looked to be in his twenties, maybe older with scruff covering his chin and cheeks. After a second of analyzing him, Kim knew without a doubt he was a vampire. No human could have snuck up on her so easily.

“ I found out a few things that are a bit odd and concerning. It turns out the pack they are registering is called Ash Wood and has many supernaturals not just Werewolves. They also have many Spell-casters, Vampires and even have Hunters in their so called pack!” I jumped up from my chair in a rage, “What? Not only do they not care one bit about letting other supernaturals join them! They even have the fucking audacity to let in Hunters? Those Jerk-Offs are nothing but self righteous murderers! Any supernatural who considers any of their ilk a friend is simply a traitor!” When I had only been two years old my mother had been brutally killed by Hunters from The Order of Orion. It was thanks t

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

“But the hunters—” “There are still an odd few who drink from humans, provided that they are willing,” Gregory answered. “And then there are the rogues who have lost their ability to think and are drowned in bloodlust. Hunters are appointed to take care of those who escape even the toughest of vampire security and keep killing humans in their madness. How long have you been a hunter, child?” Zaira felt heat creep up her cheeks at Gregory’s inquiry. “Two months.”

My sarcastic tone was being frowned upon by those around me. The nervous energy stacked itself so thick it felt like I was in a sauna. Everyone is eyeing each other with unease and tense frames. “A vampire bit you.” Doctor Kent struggles to speak the words. “Come again?” I ask. Not because I didn’t hear him, but because I wanted to be sure I heard the correct thing from a medical professional. “A vampire has bitten you.” As the words leave his mouth, he begins to turn pale. “I am sorry, I can no longer treat you.” He announces as his vision flicks to the window and back at me. “Doctor Harken can take over from here. Good day.” He hurries from the room without a glance back in our direction.