Van Helsing Books Novels & Stories

She took a seat, letting me know that this was far from over as I braced myself. " The coterie has ten villages or communities, outside from this one. Each is led by one of the first hundred people that his majesty turned who have been by his side all throughout the years. Their loyalty has been unshaken all through the years. I have sorted out your side of the library where all your documents are stored. The shelves that have your name carry all the files you will ever need. The files in blue folders contain all the information there is to know about the villages. The green files carry all personal details of all vampires that exist while the black files carry the personal details of all de

They were weak and needed food. "Hello, everyone. I'm Gavin Kyle. The first vampire on the soil of Wisconsin after about twelve centuries ago," I started my first speech after they had eaten. Although some of them looked reluctant, interested, and afraid, their spirit personalities are what compelled them to stay. A force they could not control.

"Because…?" "A chance has arisen for us to achieve our alliance with the wolves." "How?" "By conquest!" Angèle smiles openly. "Will you come too, Cathe?" "Yes." "Right," Lorraine approaches her two sisters, "Van Helsing turpis portam," she whispers to her ring with her jewel. A white light fills the entire room, a round circle opens over the princesses' heads and begins to descend, leading them straight to the second floor of the hunters' family base. Where no one is. Translation: Van Helsing turpis portam: open the gate to the Van Helsing base.

A cold gray morning light settled over the mansion. As the fire fighters trudged out, having put out the large fire that had raged in the bedroom, an eerie sort of calm settled over the manor and the people still within it. The high schoolers were weeping, huddling up together, mourning the loss of friends who had been killed whilst vampires and would not be returning to their human form.

Her body is more lean and thin, but I wouldn’t underestimate her. Not only was the dinner situation unexpected, but my wolf paced restlessly in my mind. Alora, my beautiful reddish-brown furred wolf, mumbled under her breath constantly. She mentioned mates but then acted confused and said they weren’t mates. I definitely felt a pull to both of the strangers, but it was weak. I agree with Alora’s confusion. The guy was a vampire and the woman smelled like a human yet not, code for witch in my senses. There is no way I could been mated to either one of them, never mind both!

*** Abraham Van Helsing, the Dutch vampire hunter, had once had an apprentice whom he admired and held in high regard, long before he even considered the holy order as a potential calling. Helsing betrayed his apprentice and thought he had disposed of him. However, the tales surrounding this event were shrouded in insufficient recounting and relied solely on rumors. Higgins, renowned for his extraordinary ability to communicate with the dead, was known as the Necromancer Hunter. His expertise lay in influencing the living through the use of the deceased as conduits. His discarded body had washed up on the shores of a massive island housing several packs of werewolves, one of which belonged t

After all, her Dad was down there. Caitlin dove down sharply, between the rows of olive trees, heading for Aiden’s villa. As she got closer, she spotted hundreds of corpses spread out, lying lifeless on the hills below. Vampires. Rexius’ men. Slaughtered. But as she dove closer, she could also see something else: corpses with white hoods and robes. Aiden’s people. Before she even landed, Caitlin already sensed that the worst possible outcome had occurred: Aiden’s coven had been wiped out.

I’ll give credit where credit is due, Constance has kept our secret and pulled the wool over everyone’s eyes so convincingly that even I have doubted her resolve on occasion. Tonight was their victory. Halen is dead, his soul sent to the shadows where he will suffer for all time. The vampires wiil burn in the heat of Evangeline’s fire until their skin blackens and turns to ash and all that remains is a heap of charred bone. All that is left is for them to make it safely to the pack.

It had everything from the bloodline that formed them, to the very thing that could destroy them all. And that, she realised, was the reason this section of the library was hidden. “Guys,” she said as she skimmed through the dragon book, “I think what we’re looking for is something like this, but for vampires.” That had to be it, right? She had to be connected to vampires somehow. That Vechi vampire said it himself. “Alright, keep looking,” Isaac said. They were obviously moving faster than her. They had already gone through ten books, but Syanna felt like it was right under her nose.

What business did Allison have with a witch of that caliber? My gaze drifted away from the list, landing on the chaos of the desk. Only then did I truly see the mess. It wasn’t just papers; it was a library of obsession. Documents were scattered everywhere, burying the wood surface. I picked up a few books, reading the spines. ‘Tales of the Undead’. ‘The Physiology of the Damned’. ‘The Half-Demon’s Plight’. All titles about vampires. They weren’t particularly strange books for a Hunter to possess, I had read most of them myself during training. Know thy enemy. It was Rule Number One. When you hunted apex predators, knowledge was the only equalizer.