Van Helsing: El Cazador De Monstruos Novels & Stories

“Third, the Salvi. Salvi can cast spells. They are like witches but they have a different language that only Salvi can understand, even witches can't understand their words. You can only tell if a vampire is a Salvi if their eyes are red-orange. They are the third strongest of the entire vampire clan. And they can hold the cross unlike us who are burned," Red-orange? I seem to have seen red-orange eyes. Aha! Brian! I saw his eyes turn red-orange for a moment. But, maybe he's not a vampire, right? He's just human like me. It's impossible that he's a vampire because I know he doesn't believe in vampires.

Near the small town of Hallow Groove, Her hauntingly beautiful green eyes scanned the scene, taking in the gruesome aftermath of the murder. The victim lay crumpled on the ground, a look of terror frozen on her lifeless face. The huntress could sense the lingering presence of the killer, a dark and malevolent energy that sent shivers down her spine. "Tsk..another lycan murder," She hissed It had been some time since Dante Helsing had inspected a murder scene, and he relished the opportunity. As he removed his black gloves to inspect the body, a tingle ran down his spine. The scene looked all too familiar.

I muttered, continuing to run on the heavy snow. "Okay, catch you there," he said dropping the call. We approached my car and I signaled her to get inside the car as I unlock it. I rushed inside and start the engine and rode it at full speed. "Do you sense any of them? I asked her, as she could sense them from them far too. Either it's humans, Vampires, or any creatures, she would sense them. "Not yet, keep driving. I will tell you if I do." She said and I nodded yes and focus on driving again.

[Dwolo Eyes - 2019, 01 April] Suspicious of an amateur journalist. Had followed some humans who he thought were vampires and wolf-shifters. One or two are actually them. Many take photos with very clear and good results. One photo shows a vampire on the edge of the forest, sucking the blood of a pig. It is too much evidence. Forced to erase some of his memory using Emergency-Hipno, and cover up the anomaly with a car accident. In the case of the shifters, it has been reported to the relevant people. Check, peruse, and double check. Everything has settled. [Tael Eyes - 2019, 01 August]

Those three are terrifying! Sir Darenn looks puzzled when I look at him. What about Sir Darenn? Is he similar to them? Is he also a monster? Is the child in front of me a monster as well? I gulped, and my entire body trembled in fear; they're vampires, not humans. They're bloodthirsty monsters who are terrified of the sun. That's why the mansion is so dark, and they only leave at sunset. Once again, I see the child slowly approaching me; he's debating whether or not to approach me, and he's about to cry, but he suddenly runs up to me, and I was surprised when he hugged me tightly.

“She’s a werewolf hunter. Jones hired her to come after you and the rest of the pack.” I stopped, looking at him with shock. “Really?” I started laughing. “She has no idea what she’s getting into, does she?” Earl shook his head. “I think we need to take this one seriously,” he said. “She’s the best out there. Took out Danny Elliot yesterday.” I was impressed. Danny Elliot was a bad wolf who took great pleasure in stealing as much money from humans as he could. There were rumors he would torture them a little if they were reluctant to “invest” in him.

The war room was stifling. The hunters’ faces look gaunter, harsher. Lucian stood at the head, his cane tapping in agitation, eyes fever-bright and wild. Fueled by a need to reclaim lost power and punish his enemies, his words spilled out, voice edged with desperation and a thirst for vengeance. “The grave lies in the swamps. The old witch told us where to dig. A queen of voodoo, buried with power, waiting for those brave enough to claim her. And claim her we must, if we are to bring the wolves to their knees.”

I answered, my voice tight. “What is it?” “Rohan, you need to get here now,” Hansel said, his voice urgent. “We found something—vampire tracks, fresh ones, near the ravine. It’s big. Hurry.” I froze, the fork halfway to my mouth, my pulse racing. Cassian. It had to be. I glanced at Anna, her eyes wide with worry, and stood, adrenaline surging.

Michael added with genuine enthusiasm, as if it were the best idea of the night. “I think I’ll pass. Horror isn’t really my thing,” I said, trying to sound casual, as if admitting it didn’t give me away. “Don’t worry, Camimi. I’ll check under your bed,” Kevin replied, winking at me. «Gooood grief, Kevin and his winks.» “Very funny…” I said, laughing. “No, seriously. I’m an expert. Van Helsing is my middle name. Kevin Van Helsing Cooper, at your service,” he said, bowing dramatically.

A portal opens close to us, and for a moment, I am scared that the black witches found a way to get past the spells and wards around the pack, but when Tristan, Zeke, and Glenn are the ones coming out of it, I relax. Conon pushes me behind him. “Go find Holgar and let him know Cosasi Vampires are attacking the pack.” So I was right in thinking that Tristan is a Cosasi Vampire. “It’s fine. Tatiana trusts them,” I let Conon know as I walk up to Tristan. “Did you find Caleb?”