Vampire Hunters Book Novels & Stories

I snatched a toast from Cassie's plate before dashing out the house. "Bye" I said and rushed out the house. I lived amongst werewolves, which mean I stayed for from the human world. Obviously the human's had no idea we existed. They all think we are a myth or something. There was only two kind of people who knew about our existence, the vampires and witches, but we never got across to one another, we all just stayed within our boundaries , we don't meet them, they don't meet us.

Shame dawns on me to see I even flailed my hands in a desperate bid to explain myself, and I hear him chortle with a lure. "You're curious, aren't you?" He makes my breath hitch with his prompt in proximity, bringing his charming face up close and mixing our warm breaths before our faces. His eyes are so drawn to me that I feel them caress all over my skin, leaving me bare before him. I play along, "Yes" He huffs softly and moves to answer my curiosity. "Just as you heard, I was tracking a lone Vampire, infamous for having killed scores of Hunters and civilians for centuries..."

They both went down in a tangle of limbs. Three more hunters appeared. These were better trained. They moved as a unit, two with silver nets, one with a flamethrower. The one with the flamethrower fired, and I barely dodged as a jet of fire scorched the air where I'd been standing. Fire. Vampires hated fire almost as much as UV light. One of Jaxon's wolves, a smaller brown one, leaped over me and slammed into the hunter with the flamethrower. The weapon went flying, spraying fire across the ceiling. Sprinklers activated immediately, drenching the room in water.

Without touching the bastard, using only his will and a flare of savage anger, James threw the Hunter against the far wall and held him there, two hundred and fifty pounds of thrashing, feral vampire suspended three feet off the ground. He saw the hunger in Hunter's eyes, those slitted pupils fixed on Grace, even though James was tightening his mental hold around the buckhead's throat, killing him by degrees. The long fangs were dripping saliva, the mind inside the huge skull no longer capable of any thought besides feeding the thirst. Now he knew, they were not just ordinary hunters. They were almost like vampires, but feral. "Damn it!" He grumbled. If his assumption was right, then it was

“What are you talking about?” She crouched down beside me, her lips curling into a cruel smile. “We’re vampire hunters, sweetheart. And you’re just the beginning.” Vampire hunters. The words echoed in my mind, bringing a fresh wave of dread. I had heard of them, of course—humans who had dedicated their lives to hunting down and killing vampires. But I had never encountered any before, and I had always assumed they were more myth than reality. Now, as I looked into the eyes of this woman, I realized how wrong I had been.

Hello faithful readers. How do you do? I have been incognito for a while due to some hardware issues with my computer but I have found a way around that thanks to God. I am sorry for letting you all down and hope that wouldn't happen again. Now that I have that out of the way, there is an announcement to make. I am here to inform you that Book 1 of Hunters: The Prequel - Hunter Hunted - is over. And Book 2 begins today!

I smiled gently. “You have a warrior’s body.” I ran my fingers down a particularly ropey scar down her side. “What was this one from?” “Bobby Brown,” she said. “A werewolf that liked to hunt human children. He had a thing for their hearts. He’d barbecue them.” She shuddered with the memory. “He had killed my client’s nephew. Took me a week but I got him. Brought his heart to my client as proof.” She spoke matter of factly, no pride in her voice. She might not be proud of herself, but I was impressed. I had heard of Bobby Brown and had heard of the hunter that got him. I didn’t realize it was her.

“I never saw exactly how many. We’ve gotten at least half a dozen so far. I hope that’s the end of it, but I can’t be sure.” “Where’s Peter?” “I hope he’s still sleeping. Did you know that they have created something that makes vampires weak when they inhale it? Peter tripped a wire when they were hunting down their den and got a lungful. I just hope the zombies didn’t find him.” “What about Angela and Evan?”

Changes happened twenty-seven years ago, which is also the year when Flint and Kasper were born. They also killed humans, but they only did it if they are harming them. They won't make a move first if humans won't attack them. The war between humans and werewolves happened because of that werewolf hunter. And Kasper and all the villagers believe that the peace in our village will only happen if they killed that hunter. Kasper stood up and begin to walk. But he stopped when someone bumped at him. "Oh! I'm sorry!" The lady said and start to pick up the books that fall on the ground. Kasper just help her pick up some of them.

"Tige! I'm in trouble. I need you." "Frank, Tony, Keada, Cyrene, Kaniji—to my home! We're being attacked!" The air in the room seemed to thicken. Anyone with a sense of the supernatural could tell that something huge was about to happen. Before their eyes, Vampires began to appear. They dotted the room out of nowhere. Julie was first and didn't have to ask any questions. The sight of the roomful of werewolves was self-explanatory. Ran was a step behind her along with both of their Vampire assistants. They all stared at the werewolves, who were busy turning here and there trying to protect themselves on all sides from attack.