Van Helsing Books Novels & Stories

Emma let out a defeated sigh but decided to wear it after not finding any other suitable option. As she stretched her hand back to open her zipper, it hit something firm, followed by a waft of warm breath, sensually caressing the nape of her neck. Fear rushed through her veins, rendering her body motionless. He's here! "Husband and wife don't hide from each other," he whispered, his voice growing huskier as their bodies drew dangerously close. She inhaled sharply, and an enticing blend of his luxurious cologne, laced with a subtle note of alcohol, enveloped her senses.

THE CONTENTS OF THE STORY IS FICTIONAL AND AN ORIGINAL WORK OF THE AUTHOR. THIS BOOK IS PART OF THE 12 SUPERNATURALS SERIES WHICH ARE:- DEMONESS SERIES THE WHITE WIDOW 1, 2 & 3 REVENGE OF THE NIGHT ENCHANTMENT OF DARKNESS IMMORTAL SERIES FRUIT OF IMMORTALITY PLEASING ETERNITY SEARCHING DESTINY VAMPIRESS SERIES AWAKENING IN SECRETS DECEIVING TIME

“Ebenezer came to me. Ye weakened the bonding when ye coupled last night. The vampires are coming!” She zipped into the bedroom with vampire speed and shook Edwin awake. He did his best to clear his head and focus on her words as she scurried around the cabin, gathering the few belongings they’d unpacked. She had everything stuffed into the back of the SUV by the time her companions were dressed. “’Tis useless to try to outrun them in this,” Agatha said as she approached the SUV. “If they are onto my trail, they shall arrive momentarily. We must part company.”

The destruction and havoc it caused. Almost half of his pack lay dead and burned, the manor in ruins, and the black werewolf with the hollow eyes, stained black by hate, had made it out alive. Sven had been on the verge of death, but he could never cross that line a second time. Not as he was. To kill him or a shadow would mean having to bring them back to life. Only one spell could do that, and there was only one place to find it—the Book of Shadows. All roads lead back to Lansguard.

She responded tilted her head in the seat and closed her eyes. I could feel her, how serious she was to avenge her friend. If only their father hadn't killed Paul or had made his death a mystery, she wouldn't have been desperate to fight vampires. She ultimately fell asleep till we reached Blackwood. "Wake Deb, we are here." I wriggled her arm as I stopped the car at the front gate of the Hemlock's mansion. Drake Hemlock with his pack was waiting for both of us. Might have scented us from far so they were already there to welcome us.

“But over time, the darker vampire races followed them here, and in increasing numbers. The early wars in the colonies weren’t between humans: they were really wars between good and evil vampire races. “And the persecution of witches in Salem was just a front for a persecution of vampires. Wherever there is good, bad follows. A perpetual battle between light and dark. The witches who were persecuted and hung in Salem were all of the good vampire race. “This is why it would make perfect sense for your father to be buried here. Why Salem, in general, makes perfect sense. Why your necklace makes perfect sense. It all points to the same thing: that you are the one heir. The key to finding the sw

Dash would try to state some things around him that wouldn’t be affected by the lip lock and though it’s been a challenge, it’s getting us somewhere. We still haven’t gone very far with unlocking the blank page of the Book of the Undead. The Zetas have been working day and night to solve the secret behind cracking the code, including Hilda. What’s more, it’s all she does all day in her room. A lot of books about demons, runes, and potions—as they said it—were shipped to her room and if I didn’t know better, I’d say she was planning to turn her room into a library.

A lost book. Caitlin got up, encouraged, returning the books to the library clerk, and went back to the computer. She changed her keyword search terms. Lost cities. Mythical cities. Legendary cities. Vampire cities. Vampire races. Lost races. Extinct races…. Caitlin tried dozens of combinations, and this time she ended up with an improbably huge list of books, hundreds of them, having to do with lost civilizations and lost cities and races. They were mostly about mythology and archaeology in general, and not about vampires. Yet she found it encouraging nonetheless. Maybe she needed to think of the vampires as a lost race, a lost people, a lost city.

Neither will know peace and won't stop feuding until the other is dead. Hades also cursed him with eternal life, for his own entertainment. "It's done, now be gone." On the day of the full moon, they both changed. Dracula into a vampire that sprouted wings, and the other man John Belmont into a Werewolf who stood on its hind legs. That very night, Hades also cursed another man who never came to him. But simply because he wanted to make all their lives miserable. Abraham Van Helsing. He cursed him to forever hunt these men turned monsters down, not stopping until he killed them.

Those books were older than any of the others in his office. The bottom shelf (the one he’d been searching when he’d first heard the cats playing in the hall) held his collection of horror anthologies. The famed Whispers series, edited by Stuart David Schiff, featuring the varied works of Ramsey Campbell, Stephen King, Charles Grant and so many others. The Mammoth Book of Best New Horror from England. The Shivers series, published by Cemetery Dance. Masques, Borderlands, Shadows, Stalkers, Dark Forces, October Dreams I & II, Corpse Blossoms, Horror Library Volumes 1-5, and Prime Evil. Classic horror anthologies jammed next to paperback collections of slightly lesser repute with titles to mat