Vampire Hunter Novels Novels & Stories

"is whether or not you are alive enough to keep me." ********************************************** The council of hunters had gathered in the dimly-lit conference room, their faces set in stern determination as they discussed their next move. In the center of the room stood a large, circular table, around which the hunters were gathered. At the head of the table sat Alaric Van Helsing, his piercing gaze scanning the faces of the assembled hunters. "Our intelligence tells us that the rogue vampire, Drake, has been spotted in this area," he said, his voice low and authoritative. "We cannot allow him to continue his reign of terror unchecked. We must take him down, and soon."

Chapter 21 – The Age of Blood Valenfort’s sky bled red, a wound that would never heal. Ash from the Seraphim still clung to the shattered domes of cathedrals, falling like blood-snow in the night wind. This city — once a symbol of balance between human and vampire — now lay in chaos, decay, and despair. Evelyn Cross had vanished. Her silhouette dissolved into the black light of the ritual that sealed Azrael, leaving behind a torn world. But her death was not the end; it was the beginning of a new era where blood became law, and fear the only religion left.

She stared realizing dius was nowhere in the room when had he left? “are you alright?” the girl asked brown eyes warm as she looked on at her in concern “your not one of them?” she asked as she grabbed the woman’s shoulders hard when she stood letting her eyes roam the room to make sure no vampire was close “no I’m sorry I’m bethany i am the physician here” she said “what... physician?” she asked “yes I’m the doctor who watches over the humans being fed, and the half breeds who are turned familiars on their first night” bethany said

Until one day, while sitting in the corner of a banquet, I overheard them talking about the north. The northern vampire nobles had suddenly grown rich. A young female vampire had opened new trade routes. She had secured deals of a scale no one had ever dared imagine. Elena. It had to be her. In that instant, all my illusions finally vanished. I was going to find her.

“Your body, your mind, your blood, your soul. I want you to be mine in every imaginable way, little hunter.” A shiver of anticipation coursed through me as his words washed over me, igniting a burning desire within me that I struggled to contain. “Why did you want me to be yours?” I pressed, my voice and my legs shaking in tandem. The vampire’s grip tightened around my waist. His touch sent a jolt of electric anticipation coursing through me as he pressed my body against the nearest wall. His gaze bore into mine with an intensity that made my heart race. “You’re the first vampire hunter to dare enter my lair, little one,” he asserted in his low seductive voice. “You intrigue me with your bol

I have always hated werewolves and vampires as they are the reason I became a hunter in the first place. I was 15, when my father was first attacked by a vampire, he was left as if drunk and not able to protect himself. He was then attacked by a giant wolf, its eyes were an evil shade of red and its fur was all mattered, it even had some bald spots. The wolf tackled him to the ground and then tore out his throat killing him instantly. That is when I became a hunter, I spent 3 years learning how to shoot and all the different ways to kill both a vampire and a werewolf. I found and killed the werewolf but I have yet to find the vampire that is the sole one responsible, because if he hadn't lef

Right now, all I could think about is my anger towards my Father and how I needed to protect my mother at all costs. Closing the gap between us, the man reached his hand forward. Carefully I placed my hand into his and immediately felt a buzzing sensation wash throughout my body. “Don’t worry. It is just the contract. Nothing to be frightened about.” He must have noticed my unease of the feeling to mention it. “Ready?” He asks as though he has all the time in the world to wait on me to be ready. Hesitantly I nod my head. His smile turns wicked as his grip tightens on my hand, and I instantly feel myself become overwhelmed with the buzzing feeling. “I Lawler Brandt King of the Northern Vampir

Oblivion took hold of me, and a chamber of ice encased my swollen heart. ** The story continues in Book 2: The Bloodstone Vampire. Out December 1st 2020. Thank you for reading SRWW – I hope you’ve enjoyed it as much as I have!**

The noise of the bone cracking was loud enough to reach his ears. Two other men came to stop him when one of them was taken down by Draken. Draken and his men have arrived. Hunter killed the other guy and the blood spurts out and falls on his face. Rasmus covered for him as he made his way to the hall. With each passing second his heart was dropping further. He noticed that most of Alonso's men were killed by the vampires. As he got closer to the door he felt something tingling inside him. With a low growl, he kicked the huge double doors open and came to a halt in the hall.

"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-