Van Helsing: El Cazador De Monstruos Novels & Stories

A voice said, it had the same bass as the one that had just killed but it was a lot more authoritative. “That scent…” The blood-soaked vampire thought to itself, the man that had just spoken was a fellow vampire like him but this scent felt familiar. Stepping into the moonlight from the shadows, what came into light was a blonde-haired vampire with crimson-red eyes and a very attractive face. “I know you!” The vampire that killed Ethan blurted out but his calm expression was broken into one of fear.

I heard a gruffy voice in the distance, dishing out orders. Dammit! I should've pulled out the maid's guts when I had the chance! “How do these werewolves even summon their wolves?” I wondered, trying to summon my wolf based on the knowledge I had gathered, especially from Alpha Cassius's memory. “Dammit! That old man made this appear too easy.”

"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.

I ask, and he frowns, turning towards the figure, his expression darkening. In a blur of movements, the figure vanishes. My heart is still pounding hard with terror, but Kaziel looks horrifyingly calm. "W-what was that?" I croak. "A vampire," he responds, and my eyes go wide. Why now? Why would a vampire have his eyes on me? My life was perfectly fine before this. Kaziel is bad news. "Sweet thing," his voice rumbles, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Don't call me that," I manage, and he frowns.

"is whether or not you are alive enough to keep me." ********************************************** The council of hunters had gathered in the dimly-lit conference room, their faces set in stern determination as they discussed their next move. In the center of the room stood a large, circular table, around which the hunters were gathered. At the head of the table sat Alaric Van Helsing, his piercing gaze scanning the faces of the assembled hunters. "Our intelligence tells us that the rogue vampire, Drake, has been spotted in this area," he said, his voice low and authoritative. "We cannot allow him to continue his reign of terror unchecked. We must take him down, and soon."

The ashes of the beasts gross him out as he rid all its traces on his body. Even if showered himself with a sanitizer, Klauss felt the feeling of committing suicide just to get rid of the ashes and possible diseases that he gets from it. For a vampire that only one weapon can kill, Klauss is a dramatic vampire that ever existed. He's a complete neat freak. "I don't like this. Why does she have to be human?" Mort uttered beneath his lip as he eyed the girl standing next to his father. His deep gaze traces down from her face down to her reddish-pink plump lips.

“Sadly, nobody knows where he might actually be. He hasn't been seen for several years, and some think that he might have died. But then, nobody knows." “I don't think he died. From what you just explained, I have a gut feeling that he might actually be the one responsible for the monsters.” “Why do you think so, Alana?” Caden asked. I lifted my gaze towards him. “From the look of things, these monsters do not attack the vampires, but only the werewolves. In such cases, it's obvious that a vampire is responsible for this. Which is why I suspect Ralph.” Everyone went silent at this moment. I'm sure they are all thinking about the same thing.

Most of the assassins in my graduating class have died already, and I had attributed most of their deaths to a lack of intuition. “Room 502 is this way.” Caleb starts to move left. He hasn’t picked up on anything unusual. “Hush,” I say, listening with my lycanthrope hearing. Room 502 might be left, but I hear the silence that way. To the right, however, I can hear heavy male voices. I ignore Caleb’s whispered protests and start my descent down the hallway. Caleb follows me with his gun drawn like he’s finally catching on.

They were surrounded by almost fifty vampires, but she didn’t care. “Come on!” She beckoned to Bella, and they charged at the vampires. The vampires closed in like a wave of darkness, and the two friends charged at them. Hazel flexed her fingers, her sharpened nails glinting under the pale moonlight. She grinned as adrenaline flooded her veins. The first vampire lunged at Hazel with their fangs bared, but she moved faster than she thought possible. With a single leap, she was on him, grabbing his head and twisting it with a sickening crack. The vampire crumpled to the ground, and Hazel didn’t even blink. Bella ducked under a female vampire’s swipe, slashing her claws across their chest. The

you. I am sorry buddy. I can't help you" The Vampire frowns hearing her. He goes near her and asks her "May I help you miss. You are wounded" The girl gives him a small smile and shakes her head in no. He looks at the dog and asks her "Is this your dog?" The girl shakes her head in no. She tells him "He is not mine but I wish he gets a owner" The Vampire asks her "Why don't you take him with you. He seems attached to you" The girl smiles and tells him "They are the faithful animals Sir. They get attached to people easily. They will be forever with you if you feed them once" The Vampire nods hearing her. He asks her "What happened to you miss. Why are you wounded?" The girl smiles at him and