Van Helsing Books Novels & Stories

“Down here, we keep the most valuable of artifacts. A special silver chest was built to hold them all, a chest which took twenty years to build. Inside of that chest, you will find what you need.” As they continued, the room opened up, and Caitlin was shocked to see standing before them, waiting, dozens of vampires, all dressed in white, all with white hoods. They each held a silver goblet, each one filled with a white liquid. In the center stood a single vampire, a man with a long silver beard and piercing green eyes. He stared kindly at Caitlin and Caleb, holding a small silver goblet for each of them. The woman gestured for them to approach.

He made a gesture, as if to hand the floor over and took a seat in the front row as a short, muscular figure dressed entirely in black rose and nodded in his direction, a dark cloak swinging out behind as Van turned to address the captive audience. Alice Van Helsing was known for her deadly aim. Choosing to fire her steel-tipped wooden stakes through a crossbow, she was quick and lethal. No one knew for sure the number of Vampires she had destroyed in the last century, but estimates put it in the thousands. She was tiny but compact, and with one penetrating glance from dark eyes framed by heavy brows, she had the room silenced.

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.

Rideten, Present Time Walking through the Van Helsings with Heath and Cameron whilst keeping an eye on Rhett and Morgana as they entered the house behind Phillip and Stella had Talen’s nerves on edge. What the fuck were the fool werewolves playing at inviting his mates to a meeting directly across the road from a Van Helsing headquarters? That people often overlooked that which was directly under their noses was a sound theory, but this was taking it too far.

He appeared, his face white in the streetlights within the darkness of his hair and clothing, and his lips glossed with blood. “They heard the gun, move!” Heath ordered in a hiss and ran towards the house. He climbed to the first story effortlessly, reaching down to grab Aislen by the wrist. She felt Cameron grab her by the waist, lifting her up, as Rhett and Talen manhandled the woman Van Helsing’s body up, before all three men followed. As they reached the balcony of the second story, the front door burst open and a group of Van Helsings, in casual clothing or pajamas, and one wearing a towel wrapped around his head and a bathrobe, ran out, holding weapons.

he said just before sinking his strong white fangs deep into my neck. The sensation was far different than what I remembered from feeding Luthias from my wrist. I learned later it was because Charles was depositing his venom while draining me of my blood. The venom burned like acid as it crept through my veins. The scream I emitted was so blood curdling it stopped the battle completely. Momentarily free from the onslaught of vampires to battle off, Gwendoline quickly reversed the spell she’d placed on my bedroom door. When Geo and Luthias crashed through it like bulls, Charles tossed me onto the bed like a discarded doll. Gwendoline and my grandmother raced to inspect the damage my evil hus

Hank offered as he thwarted a vampire’s attempt to pull off his head by biting him in the hand. When the double doors of the castle flew open and a new surge of angry castle supernatural residents poured into the great room with the intent to kill, all conversation stopped. Hank pulled a whistle from around his neck and blew it long and hard. It not only summoned a new surge of zombies to flood the great hall, but it caused the vampires to stop for a brief, stunned moment.

The people at the inn will notice that something is wrong. I understood what it meant when I saw Ryson drinking blood from that maid. Feeding on humans. On weak people. I had read too many books, watched too many movies, heard too many stories about myths and legends, liked fiction very much. Where humans and vampires didn't get along. Most stories ended in romance, hate, war and death. I wondered how my story will be like seeing that my life is now twisted with these creatures. Vampires. Just saying the name creeps me out. Chills running up and down my spine like waves on the sea.

I don't remember having a sacred book with me. Hold on. Could it be the book that I thought belonged to my mom? "It's the book you almost destroyed," he informed me. Oh, maybe that's why he texted me to not tear it up. At that time I was so confused and thought he was a stalker. Little did I know he was actually a blood-sucking demon. Or was he? "Since you're a vampire, do you drink blood?" I asked because from what I know, they're always thirsty for blood and he hasn't shown any sign of that.

Hope nodded, taking a deep breath before leaving with Florence who promised to have her back soon. Faith gave the room a quick tidy, much to the displeasure of Lizzie the maid who caught her in the act, playfully scolding her. Whilst Lizzie changed the bed, Faith went to the library to the section she hadn't been brave enough to explore yet. Vampires. The central wall was covered in books about them, constantly playing on Faith's mind as she read. Until then, she hadn't given into her curiosity, but given the light of recent situations she couldn't hold off any longer. Marching into the room, thankfully empty as usual, she waltzed straight up to the centre display and started climbing the go