Vampire Hunters Book 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 believed sometimes knowledge and curiosity would put someone's life at risk and she didn't want to drag anyone along with her crazy obsession about supernatural beings. With her secret collection, she knew that the prominent kind residing with humans were vampires. They were categorized in three categories. Pureblooded were those who were born as vampires with parents who were both vampires, they were the strongest. Turned vampires, humans who went through transition. And half-vampires, those who were fruits of the union of vampires and humans.

Marco added before he dropped the call. I guess it was time to unbury the hatchet. Even if it has rotten in the ground, we don't have a choice. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Dear Readers, Vampire and the Siren is now available on A****n, you can get a copy for an affordable price. Same book title and book cover by Musa Anastasia. Thank you.

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

"The Archivist's a parasite. The Librarians too. They feed on stories, but the Silence... it feeds on *them*." A roar shakes the labyrinth. The bookshelves collapse, revealing a creature-a Librarian grown bloated, its stitches bursting, ink-blood flooding the floor. The Hunter grins. "Time to rewrite the rules." --- **The Kill** The creature lunges, pages spewing from its mouth like bile. I fire. The storm-bullet tears through it, scattering text that combusts midair. The Hunter leaps, his blade severing its ink heart. It collapses, dissolving into a puddle of black sludge. The remaining Librarians scatter, hissing.

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.

I was convinced that what I was witnessing was a figment of my imagination, unable to fathom the reality of the situation. Directly before me stood a vampire, donning lengthy sleeves and a sombre hoodie that concealed his countenance and entire frame. His gloved hands also shielded his palms. He tightly gripped onto the iron bar of my window, emitting deep and guttural noises. The agony he was experiencing struck a deep chord within me. While it would have been effortless to remove his grasp on my window sill and send him hurtling from the building, the very thought of such an act stirred a palpable uneasiness in my chest. As I gazed out upon the city, I couldn't help but notice the hunters

her wolf answered. There are traces of fatigue on her face. She tried to stand up again, and this time she did it successfully. When Cassandra looked around, she saw that they were only three remained in the ring. Two werewolves and one vampire. Slowly, she walked towards them. The black wolf glanced at her and nodded his head, which Cassandra did the same. They started circling their prey. With the black wolf's signal, they attacked the vampire. Cassandra jumped on his right while the black one jumped on his left. She got punched, but the vampire couldn't dodge the black wolf's bite. It gave him a fatal blow. The vampire tried to stand, but he had no strength left. Slowly the mark disappear

Tristan muttered through his teeth, realizing that he had set a trap for himself. The lord was distracted by Onyx's attack: intercepting his hands, he came face to face with the burning gaze of the long-haired vampire. The enemy ducked under his arms, intending to sink his fangs into his neck, but Tantario spun sharply on the spot, throwing Kitoria’s subordinate away from him, and successfully maintained his distance. Onyx followed him relentlessly. Having grappled again, they immediately separated, but this time Tristan's shoulder was decorated with deep scratches, and a thin trickle of blood flowed down his enemy's right leg. Tantario concentrated, hoping to attack with the Force and unset

“I fed early tonight. It threw me off.” She looked at him. “Explain it to me,” she said. He looked at her. “Feeding,” she added. “Like, how does it work? Do you…kill people?” “No, never,” he said. The room fell quiet as he collected his thoughts. “Like everything in the vampire race, it’s complicated,” he said. “It depends on the type of vampire you are, and the coven you belong to. In my case, I only feed on animals. Deer, mostly. They are overpopulated, anyway, and humans hunt them, too—and not even to eat.”