Novel & Cerita Van Helsing Fanfiction

Anna shook her head, she never cared about this, do they have a special origin? "Our ancestors were vampires." As Liln said, Anna was shocked, this is a little hard to believe for her. If an ordinary person heard this, it would also be struck deep into consciousness. Because vampires are just a fictional theory in story books, Anna remembers it correctly as a race that is both immortal and evil. Is it true? Anna felt the blood run faster in her body, her heart subconsciously jumped.

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.

She licked the rim of her cup. “Thank you, darling,” she purred, her voice low but loud enough for me to hear. “It’s just like the other night… when you hunted this for me. That Blood Rush was absolutely divine. I never knew losing control could feel so… exquisite.” Blood Rush. A state where a vampire, high on prime blood, not only has their power surge, but their libido hits its peak. So while I was fasting and praying for our wedding, they were out in the wild, indulging in this filthy ecstasy.

She responded tilted her head in the seat and closed her eyes. I could feel her, how serious she was to avenge her friend. If only their father hadn't killed Paul or had made his death a mystery, she wouldn't have been desperate to fight vampires. She ultimately fell asleep till we reached Blackwood. "Wake Deb, we are here." I wriggled her arm as I stopped the car at the front gate of the Hemlock's mansion. Drake Hemlock with his pack was waiting for both of us. Might have scented us from far so they were already there to welcome us.

he demanded, his voice sharp with authority. Victor chuckled darkly as he circled around the room, his eyes gleaming with malice. "I'm afraid I can't do that," he replied, his voice oozing with malice. "You see, I have big plans for you, Scott and for you, you just made the wrong set of friends. " The stale air in the underground chamber hung heavy with tension as Victor and Timothy stood locked in a heated argument. Alijah's heart raced with fear as she listened, her eyes darting between the two vampires.

She could practice fighting with her brother when he was free. She thought of going back. From afar she could sense three unknown vampires among her family. She increased her pace to reach the castle in time for dinner. When she opened the door to the dining room, she was very surprised to see three vampires staring at her. There was a woman who was of her mother's age and a girl who seemed older than her and beautiful and lastly a boy who seemed Kyson's age. He had blonde hair and sharp features and good-looking for his age. He seemed dangerous but Ingrid could not help but felt drawn towards him.

She rode along with her ploy. "The good news is… I learned something very important about that vampire. The bad news is, the thing that I learned only lessens my chance of survival. His name is Van, one of my wasted lives, he was an orphan but survived through that. He’s the reason why I hate literature. Apparently, he’s a kid with a very wide imagination. He writes about things that are regarded as folktales. One day, he witnessed a vampire attacking a human. Naturally, that vampire tried attacking him too. He survived, because another vampire showed up and killed the first vampire. Any guesses who?" Her tone was playful, but her face tells another tale. Clarisse’s expression darkened, "Eli

“How’s my favorite student?” Leesa knew the professor’s comment was sincere. They had experienced a lot together last semester, culminating with Dr. Clerval getting to meet a real vampire when she had chosen him to drive her to meet Stefan to fulfill her bargain. Until then, the professor had been absolutely convinced vampires existed, but had never actually seen one. The meeting with Stefan was enough to insure Leesa’s place as his favorite, but they had shared other experiences as well, including curing Leesa’s mom with the blood of a grafhym. “I’m fine,” she said. “At least, I hope I am.”