Van Helsing Books Novels & Stories

Hecate ran her fingers over the serpent's head delicately, its tongue flicking against the Goddess' cheek. "I beg to differ." Hecate finally turned toward her, "I have allowed you into our domain so you may receive proper guidance. However, you can not stay long." Hecate made a small gesture with her hand. Before Willow was a large mirror and within the reflection was her vision of the leather bound book. The intricate stitching of the letters and symbols of mixed languages glowed an eerie gold. "I haven't seen this book before. Why is it so important?" She asked her. Hecate inclined her head thoughtfully. She lifted her eyes to the moon, her already pale skin nearly blinding in the light.

The spines were all faded to one degree or another, and most of them looked antique. “Sure as hell not her porn stash, but that would be far less incriminating,” he remarked, taking out a black-bound book with gold lettering. The title read, “SAMPA VARGR” in huge letters that resembled runes. She recognized vargr from one of Darian's titles. It meant “wolf.” Hunter offered her the book, and she flipped through its pages, her heart pounding as the meaning of sampa became clearer with each successive illustration. Huge bipedal wolves were being slaughtered in every way possible, each grotesque method culminating in a silver dagger through the heart. “Why does Sandra have a book on how to hunt

Still I doubted my ears and eyes even though I heard Jamie and saw the article with the name Vanhelsing. “Justin is a Vanhelsing?!” I shrieked in disbelief. Jamie nodded.

“The holiest of bloods. You must each take three sips.” Caitlin, Caleb, and Sam each took a chalice. Caitlin drank, taking three sips, wondering what would happen. She was surprised by how sweet it was. More and more vampires crowded around them, closer and closer. They all lowered their heads, as if in prayer, and began to chant. “…to resurrect another day,” they finished chanting, “in God’s ultimate grace.” No, Caitlin thought.

Havermouth, Present Time Aislen caught at Talen’s elbow. “Hey,” she said her eyes flicking to the vampires around her. “Talen… I am so glad you are back, but this sounds… dangerous.” He paused and cupped her cheek on his palm leaning down until his breath warmed her lips. “We will stalk and kill the Van Helsing soldiers who make themselves vulnerable. Maybe they will step away from their post in order to urinate against a wall… Maybe their shoelace will come untied, and they will bend over to tie it taking their eyes off the road... Maybe they will be the one left manning the post whilst their partner follows a pretty girl into the shadows… Whatever way it unfolds, we will be the nightmares

~Hazel~ I awoke to the van’s bumpy ride, and an uncomfortable feeling on my back. When I tried to move, I felt a pounding in my head and some burning on my wrists. The van stopped short and before I could understand what was happening something grabbed at me with clawed fingers. The wolves that had thrown me in this van to begin with were now pulling me out, their laughs piercing my ears and grating against my very last nerve as I was blinded by the white hot lights shining from the van's high beams.

"Three?" "Yes," he replied. "The first one is 'Under the Darkness,' the second one is 'Summer Under the Leaves,' and the third one is this one," he pointed to the title of the book with its faded and burnt rose-petal cover. "All written by the same author as the last one. She's really good," he smiled. "She describes certain scenarios of what could have happened in Melia Conkinova's life, regarding her parents' lives, their death, and her own as well. I've read them all, they're incredible!" he exclaimed with excitement. "Sorry," he mumbled. "No problem," she said, tousling his blond hair.

For The Last Christmas A The Vampire’s Bride Christmas Bonus Zaira sat crouched in front of the high walls that surrounded the old manor. According to some very reliable sources, this particular vampire had chosen the most obvious of clichés and decided to reside in an old castle that scared the crap out of even the most badass hunters.

Eyes may change shape, hands will change, and hair and eyebrows will gradually thicken and change color. She snapped the book shut and opened the next one. ...The belief in vampires and bloodsucking demons is as old as man himself and may go back to prehistoric times... Grabbing the last of the books she’d taken down from the shelf, she flipped the pages until she found what she was looking for. A smile of satisfaction covered her face as she skimmed that page

Yesterday had gone well, but there’d been a moment where it was touch and go and my blood runs cold every time I think about what could have happened if I lost control and the mages got their powers back. “What’s wrong?” Soren finally asks with a small frown. I’ve been pacing like a caged tiger and he’s been very patiently trying to ignore me while attempting to read. Hilda found the book in the huge library Arlo’s pack has tucked away in an underground fortress and tasked him with checking whether it contains anything useful. Apparently we’re not the first werewolves to have a run-in with mages. The book is titled: Illusions and How to Dispel them. So far it hasn’t offered up anything of pr