Vampire Hunter Novels & Stories

Colton hissed and kicked on the chest of the vampire so hard that his arms were ripped out of his body while his body was thrown away with force. “Aaaaa… Aahhhh!!” The vampire cried in pain while Colton threw his arms away casually. “Come on!!” Colton challenged him to still fight with him, and that fool vampire still stood up on his feet with him. All he had to do is to bite him at least once. This time Colton too ran toward that vampire at his full speed while the other hunters were just trying to see what was happening around them, but neither they could see that vampire running nor Colton because he wasn't a normal hunter but a supernatural natural hunter, who was chosen by the sword of

“He won’t kill Aleister and my dad is not a vampire killer, he’s a vampire hunter.” [But—wait your dad is a vampire?] “What? No! My dad is a vampire hunter.” [Yeah, that’s what I said... he’s a vampire. You said he’s a vampire, Hunter.] “Ye—oh my gosh, I’m not stating your name! I literally mean a vampire hunter! He studies and looks for vampires, a hunter like a finder or something like that. I’m not saying your name.” [Oh! Okay I get it now. So, Aleister doesn’t have a phone right now?]

She found herself walking towards her and embracing the older woman, "I’m really sorry, but I don’t understand. Who in the world is that bastard that’s going to take Alice, and why can’t the biggest organization in the world cannot protect her?" She halted and let go of Clarisse as the realization hit her. There is one thing that hunters are wary of, and it was truly ironic. Hunters regard pureblood vampires as distinct from humans who have been turned into vampires. Turned vampires are like a cheap rip-off of purebloods that are still too powerful for humans to fight with.

“Wha' wrog?” “They found another body,” She said, “Under the bridge. Same place as the last one. They said the body had all its blood drained out.” “Just like the last ones.” I shivered. She turned to me, eyebrows raised. “Apparently there are no obvious wounds. Do you still think they’re animal attacks?” “Of course.” I rolled my eyes. “What else would they be? Vampires?” “You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.”

They instinctively looked down. Then everyone froze. The pink, suggestive interface of "Goddess Hunter" disappeared. It was replaced by a cold black interface that looked like a tombstone. At the center of the screen, the photo of me that had been treated as prey vanished too. In its place was Gary's face, twisted with shock. Under his photo, blood red words slowly appeared. [New game activated, Scumbag Hunter.] [Target: Gary Zachary York.] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time.

He chuckles, wiping out his tears one more time. “The battle among the Hunters, vampires and witches lasted for years before it finally ended. This war brought envy, division and confusion. Nobody was genuine, nobody could help without wanting something in return. The world just changed.” “These Hunters really went all out for what reason exactly?” “They have total hate for vampires and believe that we should not live because their religion tells them so.” “So they destroyed everything and everyone? Then what happened to you?” “When this war began. The vamps swore to stand by each other, being our brother's keeper. Watching each other's backs.” He breaths heavily.

she hissed, her amber eyes glowing, burning “You have nothing here. You’re a murderer.” The floor seemed to drop beneath me. My stomach twisted violently. “No,” I choked, shaking my head. “I-I didn’t know. They never told me who-” Hessa’s laugh was bitter, sharp. “You didn’t care to know. You’re an assassin of Cross. Don’t pretend you’re blind. You were trained to kill us. You are a Hunter. And hunters are what werewolves hate the most.” Hunter. The name I’d heard whispered in stories, savior of humankind, they said. Killers of supernaturals…

she answered. "But he'll wake up soon, right?" I asked her, and she giggled at me. "Of course! He's a pure-blood vampire, and besides, they could not pull out his heart," Ash confidently answered as she pointed at the most extensive stitch in Daniel's chest. "His heart?" I asked, and she nodded. "Pureblood vampires will only die once their heart has been pulled out of their bodies," Ash explained, making me feel relieved, knowing that Daniel would wake up soon.

However, before they could move, Aurora noticed a hunter holding a large cross and rushing towards them. She knew that once the cross hit Samson directly, he would lose his life, that light would pierce straight to his heart, like an iron stake. With all her remaining strength, Aurora turned around, hugged the hunter's waist, and told Lucasta to quickly take Samson as far away as possible. There were shots fired into the air, but they were unable to stop the hunters. For them, destroying a vampire is an extremely noble task, a responsibility to humanity, so even if they lose their lives, they do not hesitate to move forward.

It had been a long time since I last saw terror in the humans’ eyes while gazing at me. “You are a Vampire!” I smiled and used the same words he told me a while ago. “So, what if I am? You had hurt a very important person to me. I cannot forgive you for that,” I told him as I stabbed his chest with my sword. The Hunters who had recovered shot me but no bullets were able to get through me. The man trembled and struggled to reach out for the gun which he had dropped a few inches away from him. I allowed him to have a tiny hope in his heart and let him reach for the gun only for him to drop it again the moment I buried the sword deeper in his body and hit his heart. After watching him breathed