Novel & Cerita Van Helsing Fanfiction

Instantly, the light bound Henzie and absorbed all of the girl's strength, finally making her weak and helpless. "I'm sorry Kevin. I can't do anything," Henzie whispered softly as tears fell. Slowly, his eyes closed tightly. . . . . . Henzie woke up in front of her door. Yes, the real house. She has returned. Come back and leave someone. A cruel and scary person. A mythological creature called a vampire! *** Squeaks! I opened the door, about to leave the Van family residence. Yes, now I'm at the Van residence and intend to go home.

Helen looked concerned at that comment, but said nothing. My shame and humiliation at my confession of wantonness was far more overwhelming than I’d imagined it would be. It appeared the prudence of the eighteenth century had infiltrated into my twenty-first century thought process. Helen eased my discomfort by explaining that vampires not only had the ability to glamour their victims into doing their bidding, but she suspected my wanton behavior was a result of some form of aphrodisiac being slipped into my drink. The only puzzling factor was that I hadn’t taken a drink in my chambers. If I’d been slipped anything in my drink, it would have had to have been given to me in my mead at dinn

“I would recognize the cover anywhere. It’s in my apartment.” His brows shot up to his hairline as he studied my face. “Is this Anna a witch?” He asked. I shook my head, biting my lower lip. “She’s now a vampire,” I told him, my voice dropping to a whisper, not wanting the others to hear. Fury flashed through his eyes, and I saw the speckle of red in his eyes like I saw earlier. It made me shudder. A cold breeze attacked my flesh causing goosebumps to form on my skin and make me shiver.

"The Asylum of Horrors! This is going to be the bomb! Ariel Davidson, let's go for this!" My best friend, Chelsea Higgins, pointed to a dark, eerie-looking building in the distance inside the amusement park, her eyes shining in excitement. I hesitated as I glanced at the building, instinctively feeling a little awkward about it. I had never liked haunted houses or other scary, bumpy rides. More importantly, I had also felt increasingly uneasy about always being the third wheel on dates with her ever since she got herself a boyfriend, Ivan Benton.

I threatened. “If she’s not a servant, what is she doing here fucking all of you and sleeping in your bed every night?” Camille sneered. “I’m his fucking girlfriend, and who I fuck is none of your goddess damned business, you fucking bitch. You want to put me down because I am a werewolf? Let me be the first to tell you that even if you don’t fear the vampires in this house, you'd better fear the fucking wolf because I’m not afraid to put you in your place,” Vanessa growled, entering the dining area from the kitchen.

Well then why don't you tell me how far we are from a human town. She goes silent after that. And I knew she is trying. She is not as useless as she pretends. Found it! Found what? I ask and she casually answers. A group of around 4 wolves are coming our way. Why are they in a hurry? Are we having a treat here What? I scream in horror getting up. To only shout at her. Are they from our clan? Are they here for Viper? Na. I haven't senses them before. Just some hungry bitch**

I sobbed but froze when he hugged me back. "Fine, now stop crying," Alex said while I saw David looks at me worriedly, Alex then turned towards the others in the dining table. "We're leaving now, If I find out that you tried to escape while we were gone" Alex paused to look down at me as he gripped my wrists before ripping my hands away from his shirt roughly. " You will be a vampire. " He walked away "Unbelievable." Kristen hiss, bolting up from her seat and marching towards her room. Hanna and Diana followed her. Now it's just me and Elena in the room alone.

“Her name’s Lisa Adrian. She was caught in the woods—thought she was a witch at first. She’s not.” Alex raised an eyebrow, waiting. He knew me well enough to sense there was more. “She’s a vampire,” I said, keeping my voice low, though the room was soundproofed against prying ears. “Alireza Firouzja’s daughter.” His reaction was immediate—eyes widening, a sharp curse slipping past his lips. “What the hell. You're sure this isn't a trap. A vampire? Here? And Firouzja’s blood, no less.”

At least, that's what the rumours he'd let spread claimed. The doorway held strong, the smoke almost solidifying, my magic strong enough to make the connection. I called the soul I desired. A moment passed and worry flickered. He was either dead dead... Or an asshole. Silvena finished. The smoke moved, drawing our attention. Gabriel tensed in the shadowed corner behind me. Abraham Van Helsing stepped from the smoke doorway, his eyes gleaming like black onyx in the dim light as witch lights ebbed to life sensing the darkness.