Novel & Cerita Vampire Hunter Novels

Ashley seemed more frightened now than she had in as long as Cadence could remember working with the girl. “It’ll be fine,” she said, double-checking the after-market safety on her own weapon and that the silencer was secure, not that it would do much good. Before she could explain anything more to Ashley, there was a thunking sound as a body collided with the window. The Vampire looked just as startled to see three Hunters staring back at him as Cadence was to see him hanging there, like a fully-grown human bat. She immediately fired, shattering the glass, and ash sizzled out of his chest cavity, spraying all over the floor as he began to slide off.

“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.”

"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 simple fact is that we don’t really know, do we? Maybe there’s more than one first vampire, maybe there isn’t, but we may never know the real truth.” “I guess so,” she said, but she didn’t like his explanation. Quietly, she wondered if she could find the truth. If she was going to live forever, she’d have to do something with her time – becoming a vampire historian didn’t sound like a bad way to spend that time. “Do you have any other questions?” Matthew asked. “One,” she said. “If stakes and crosses can’t harm us, what can?” “Decapitation is the only known way to kill us.”

What excuse did the people have for being here? Shaking my head, I put my arms on my knees and noticed the scratch on the back of my hand. I got it today when we were hunting the Candir. Canis proles, or the descendant of dogs, who appeared to be a mixture of a golden retriever and a polar bear. When I tried to avoid the huge paws, my hand hit the bike stand. It had hurt a lot, but it was better than being caught by those snow-white beasts. Especially since his companion was lurking right behind it. I knew the Venator's job was dangerous, but would I really get injured every time I hunted? Even if it was just such small scratches?

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.

Roman was walking in front of them with his rifle, leading the way out, while trying to unlock the cell phone they had taken from Lucas, in order to figure out what he was doing with it. Adira on the other hand couldn't stop staring at Roman, trying to figure out why a hunter would be doing the dirty work of a vampire. She had read about hunters back at the library in the mansion. Hunters were supposed to be honorable warriors, they came into existence during the medieval area when vampire, werewolves and other supernatural creature attacks were rampant on human villages. These hunters defended such human villages and cities. It had been a long time since those ages, but hunters still existe

“She was never what he told you. The truth of her death, the truth of your blood is that it is darker than you have ever imagined. And it’s time you knew all of it.” The words wrapped around me like chains. My throat was dry, my mind splintering. Too much too fast. My uncle’s betrayal. My mother’s secret. The whisper of hunters. And yet, one thought cut through it all: If my uncle knew I was a vampire, why bring a hunter so close? Was it protection… or was it a trap meant to end me? I clenched my fists, forcing myself to breathe, forcing myself to stand upright though my body screamed to collapse under the weight of everything that was revealed to me .

Caitlin Paine sped down the West Side Highway, determined to reach the Cloisters before they closed. Her mind spun, as she reflected on all the troubles that were besieging Scarlet—troubles that no teenager should have. Scarlet was changing, Caitlin was sure of it. She was no mere human anymore, and each day, she was getting worse. Caitlin sensed that she was becoming what she, Caitlin, had once been herself: a vampire.

he said, stepping closer to her. Anne hissed, pushing him aside. "Save your explanations for fools." She walked past him, heading outside, her hand covering her injury. Alexander took a deep sigh, following her with his hands stuck in his pockets. An empty look crossed his face as he knew he had lied to Anne. Being a vampire made it impossible for him to resist blood, especially at the sight of it. Although he drank from cups rather than directly from humans, the sight of Anne's blood darkened his eyes, and his craving intensified beyond his control. He had no choice but to flee the classroom before anyone noticed what was happening to him.