Vampire Hunter Novels Novels & Stories

"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.”

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.

" Understood eight twelve, reinforcement is already on the way." A child's birthday, oh god. Proles, these genetically engineered animals were monsters and Maddox had already seen with his own eyes what these beasts could do. He didn't want to imagine what she would be waiting for at her destination. But he would find out, because he was Venator, a state-approved hunter whose job it was to get the prole plague under control.

I will give him more than he bargains for. I go to my new home, a plain suburban affair. It is furnished. Quickly, not breaking a sweat, I move most of the furniture into the garage. Then I retire to the master bedroom, draw all the shades, and lie down on the hard wooden floor and close my eyes. The sun has drained my strength, I tell myself. But as I doze off I know it is also the people I have met this day that have cut deep into me, where my iron blood flows like a black river over the cold dust of forgotten ages, dripping onto this green world, onto the present, like the curse of the Lord himself. I hope to dream of Krishna as I fall asleep, but I do not. The devil is there instead. Yak

My vampire loves kicking ass and we take years of frustration out on these fucking hunters. "give up!",is yelled. "you first",my vampire smiles. "she is a fucking vamp as well",another hunter says staring at me. "you really should do your research, Claire moves beside me and her eyes glow vivid green, I'm about to show you why you don't fuck with a witch",my eyes go huge I never heard her cuss well not out loud. She chants and the hunters in the room start screaming and dropping to the ground dead. Others run and we follow to wipe them out.