Vampire Hunters Weapon Novels & Stories

Who are good with knives and swords were assigned to hunt Vampires cause they can be only killed by wooden knives through their hearts or by beheading them. Then who all good with bow arrows and snipers were assigned to hunt werewolves cause they only can be killed by wolfsbane. He has wolfsbane in different ways like arrows, bullets, and injected sniper bullets. Then some were trained as ninjas to hunt witches cause we can't kill them by using violence they will kill others with a snap of a finger so ninjas were trained to sneak on them to hunt them down.

She held onto my arm as we stood motionless on the dais. "It's the Hunters," I said. "Stay close to me." Victor commanded the remaining guards to gather around us for our protection. Suddenly, the front doors slammed shut. It seemed the hunters had planned to trap us in and ambush us. From the upper galleries of the cathedral, more of them dropped to the ground like black spiders. Our soldiers went to counterattack, but they were shot down and fell lifeless instantly. Vampires couldn't be easily killed by mere bullets, but it seemed they were no longer immune to those weapons—a special invention of the hunters, I supposed.

“Well, I just forgot you are totally green. The bushes outside, those are not just bushes. They are any vampire’s weakness. The Roses, Vervain and the Hawthorn. We shall be using these as the major weapons and protection. “Now…inside this box, we have as you can tell, the machetes, for decapitation, the stake, pushing through the heart weakens them, flame throwers and of course this,” she picked an old wooden but well vanished shotgun. “This is not any other shotgun…no. This is a silver rounds shotgun. Silver is another vampires’ weakness. Silver buckshots are your best friends when hunting the undead, not the normal rounds you carry around in those things and definitely, not those small thi

I wanted to shout but the only thing I was able to do was clench my trembling hands into fists. "What if you were wrong? What if he has a chance?" "I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of mature vampires. Do you know what brought her to that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had surv

They developed specialist weapons, poisons and drugs that could incapacitate and eventually kill their prey. Whenever they could these Hunters captured their prey and used them for experimentation, learning what they could tolerate and what would kill them fastest. They knew silver was best for Werewolves and wooden stakes through the heart for the Vampyres thankfully they knew nothing of other Immortals still believing they were made up fictional characters. Tt did not matter as a breed they were incredibly dangerous to the Shifters and they wanted the powerful Werewolves more than any of the other Immortals especially the larger ones.

Adira’s P.O.V We were all given the chance to pick the weapons of our choice and although I didn’t know what I was doing because this whole—hunting vampire— trial game sounded like a cruel joke to me, I had taken what I was familiar with. A bow and arrow and a slingshot. Who the hell even murdered vampires with a slingshot? Xavier had picked a spear, Alonzo had taken an ash stake, and Noah, a double-edged axe.

I didn’t know it would come in handy tonight. The laughter faded as the vampire’s blood dripped down my hand. He looked shocked but as soon as he recovered, his eyes narrowed. I didn’t give him the time to spout more nonsense. I slammed his head on the hood of my car as I grabbed the dagger from my boot and pierced it through his heart when he turned to me furiously. The dagger was laced with werewolf venom. Every weapon I possessed was laced with the same venom, including the bullets in my gun.

Killian's POV I walked down the street alone, a wooden dagger balanced in my right hand, its sharpened edge catching the faintest reflection, the gun heavy in my left, loaded with silver and vervain. A hunter’s tools. A warrior’s burden. Then it hit me, blood. Thick, sharp, coppery. Not the cold smell of vampire blood. Not the wild pull of a werewolf’s. Humans. I moved faster, each stride covering more ground until a kilometer vanished in less than a second. And then I saw him.

Was that a whip? Recalling the first time we met, I remember my first thought was a hunter. It’s unusual for vampires told hold whips as weapons. Usually, we would use swords, bows, or guns. But something like a whip was unique. Trying to catch up, I move faster. Reaching the palace entrance, I suddenly see Liam flying back inside, crashing against the double doors. I look outside. Vampires scattered everywhere fought with wolves. What the hell? Why were the wolves attacking us?

He was about to strike the unknown adversary when she suddenly took out some sort of weapon that resembled a grenade launcher but instead of grenades coming out of it, a white beam of light shot out from it and blasted the speedster. The speedster wailed and hit the wall again with his back but did not fall to the floor. His body remained plastered against the wall while the strange woman held the weapon at him, still emitting the beam of light. Almost immediately, electrical sparks began to flow out of the speedster's body and into the weapon. He cried out, trying in vain to free himself from the wall. Electricity then stopped coming out of him and the woman put down her weapon. The speedst