Vampire Hunters Weapon Novels & Stories

Vampire Hunting was illegal, and the last thing Jo wanted was to end up in jail--again. Her weapon of choice was a modified Glock. It had a built in silencer, and the barrel was elongated so that the velocity of the silver bullets she fired would penetrate Vampire bone and flesh deeper and quicker than anything on the market. These bullets were different, too. Since silver bullets had been outlawed in ’42, just two years after the first Vampire was elected president, she’d relied on a secret black market of former LIGHTS members to get her what she needed. Sometimes the bullets worked; sometimes she had to pull her knife and end things the messy way.

He had lived for two hundred years but was still trapped in the body of an eighteen-year-old. He grabbed my arm, twisting and clawing at me, wanting to break free. But it felt like a toddler fighting his mother who wanted to feed him. “I helped you learn control! But you chose to touch what's mine, you bloody ingrate!” I roared as I tightened my grip on his jaw squeezing even tighter. “Hmmm,” he muffled, shaking his head while pulling strongly on my grip. I drove the hairpin slowly into his heart watching the life drain from his eyes as he whimpered. The best part about a hunter's weapon is that it's always lethal to vampires, whereas they have to lace it with wolfsbane to kill a wolf.

The vampire looked at the palm of his hand that was holding the bullet from Reinhard, and there was a burning hole there. "This wound can't be healed. Looks like it's a mystical weapon. Are you from the rebel group that the kingdom has been hunting for all this time?" asked the vampire who didn't get an answer from Reinhard. "I guess so. That means I really have to exterminate you." Reinhard took out the two daggers that had been wrapped around his waist. The dagger is also a mystical weapon given by Damien. Seeing that Reinhard still had a mystical weapon besides the rifle he was holding earlier, the high-ranked vampire who was standing in front of him let out claws that seemed to be growin

I sharply asked. Growls stopped, they looked at me like I said something they’ve never heard before. “We don’t have that kind.” He moves forward which makes me and Rendall brace ourselves for an incoming fight. “I am thinking of who to kill first but black and grey ones volunteered,” Rendall said and nudge my back using his shoulder as a signal to attack. I quickly get my dart and throw it at the werewolf beside me, and then the monsters started to counter. I pulled out the spear on the werewolf in front of me and throw it to the one that is behind Rendall. I immediately pulled out the knife behind my leg and throw it at the werewolf attacking in front.

Neon swirled the dagger around in her hand, her muscles tense, ready to react at any moment, as she swiftly turned towards the direction of the voice. "I said I'm not an enemy!" The person, who turned out to be a boy who looked her age, screamed, raising both hands in fright. Neon's eyes settled on the gun in his trembling hand. It was a famous weapon among werewolf hunters, renowned for its ability to shoot from a long range and its deadly accuracy against even the fastest of werewolves.

The vampire turns around, pulling a smoking pistol from under his cloak, aiming it at the hunter, who is examining his wound. A few quiet pops. Bullets fly out of a shiny case, decorated with hieroglyphs. The shells fall, slightly smoking purple. Oval pieces of metal dig into the shoulders, chest, the last bullet enters the knee. The hunter falls, flesh tearing from the explosions inside the body. There is rage in his eyes. Green smoke envelops the hunter, wounds heal poorly, charge components interfere with magical regeneration. The vampire takes off, reloading his pistol on the move, immediately disappearing behind the nearest columns. The hunter stands up, pulling a short spear with a wid

As innocent as a hunter’s adolescence could be, anyway. The vampire lurched towards me, his canines distended far below his lips and bared in a gruesome snarl. His dark face was scarred, the white lines stark against his brown skin, and I sidestepped his attack neatly. My boots crushed more glass beneath my feet, and then I was spinning through the air, swinging back towards the old lady vampire and retrieving my stake. In one clean, swift movement I yanked it free, and rammed it through the scarred vampire’s heart.

The vampire was lounging like a king, two human women draped over him, their laughter echoing above the music. I moved to join Declan, who muttered, “He’s not alone. The girls are human.” “We’ll handle it,” I replied. “Get ready!” Declan nodded and adjusted the strap of the specially-designed weapon slung over his shoulder. It resembled a crossbow but was loaded with holy oak-tipped stakes infused with a poison lethal to vampires-our new invention. We advanced toward Virgil’s booth. As we approached, his head turned, his crimson eyes locking onto mine. A slow, taunting grin spread across his face.

But Marcus, embracing his inner beast, transformed into a powerful werewolf, his feral strength matching that of his adversaries. Amelia, skilled in hand-to-hand combat, twirled her silver-laced blades with deadly precision, cutting through the ranks of vampires with each swipe. Her determination was fueled by her love for Marcus and her desire to protect innocent lives. Derek, utilizing his vampire speed and agility, effortlessly dodged the attacks of the rogue hunters. His hypnotic gaze locked onto his enemies, temporarily immobilizing them before delivering a swift and lethal blow. Edna, with her expert archery skills, fired arrows with remarkable accuracy, incapacitating the hunters with

A gun strapped to her leg, a dagger on her other. “I am working on getting two short swords. Not my weapon of choice. This bad boy is a Ruger LCP .380. It will stop a vampire cold if I load with wooden bullets. Those I custom-make to suit the vampire. The older ones, I need ash wood for the bullets. The younger the willow, sage, and cherry wood seem to stop them fine.” This was Rayne. Nix thought when the woman seemed to go into a trance about the gun and how to kill vampires. Nix worried that this woman was going nuts.