Van Helsing Novels & Stories

Scarlett asked, still feeling a little bemused. "Well, yeah. There's the good Mythics - the magic users; Wizards, Fairies, Nymphs, any sort like that. But they're all mostly extinct. While Vampires, Werewolves, Serpentine, and others monsters...are the bad guys. The Dark Mythics. Ever heard of Van Helsingr?" He asked her. "As in...the old school legend Dracula killer? That Van Helsingr?" Scarlett rose her brows in amazement.

KATERINA Just as I reached the next set of lockers, I froze, almost as though on instinct. My spine tingled the way it always did around unfamiliar vampires, and the scent of vampire invaded my nose, but this time ... there was something strange about it. Mixed with the sharp, pungent vampire scent was something unmistakably pleasant, almost resembling honey as well as spicy perfume. Slowly, I turned toward the lockers, totally unprepared for what stood in front me- or should I say who stood in front of me. The strangely pleasant-smelling vampire seemed to be observing me carefully as he peeked through his long, dark lashes and leaned against one of the lockers. He had a perfectly placed smu

Heath told her. “Let’s hope that they work,” she tore her eyes away from the two men on the couch. “There was no sign of the little girl, they said. Poor Lauren.” She swallowed thickly, her eyes filling with sympathetic tears. “Those soldiers, Heath,” she added. “What is going on?” “Van Helsings,” Heath said grimly. “I’m not sure if they’re all Van Helsings, or some are… but we are almost entirely sure that the NES has Van Helsing agents amongst them.”

They were enclosed by vampires who were snarling and gnashing their teeth ready to rip the huntress and his accomplices apart. “I have been anticipating you, Marissa Hunter.” Vadim smirked as he took a step forward.

Melia burst out laughing. "You're sweet, really," she said, still laughing. "I can see why I didn't bite your collarbone." "You're, oh my God," he shouted out of nowhere, standing up and backing away. Melia stood up straight again and faced him. "What am I?" "You are... unbelievable!" he exclaimed, and it seemed that everything he had been feeling just a few minutes ago faded away to a feeling of awe. "Biting, 38-degree food, hell, aura," he said to himself, connecting the dots. "Yes, Orleans, I am a vampire."

"Very well, I can explain, Brother Federico—your new maid has offended me. Since she's no one special, she should be disposed of." Alessia finally grins, careful not to show her fangs. She doesn't know how much pathetic, ugly, mortal Hailey has been told—and she will not risk offending her beloved over something so trivial. People like Hailey deserve to be in the dark until they die. People who believe her beloved Federico is the fourth generation of the original Don Federico Vitale instead of the original don himself should hear no secrets of the supernatural. Alessia will not casually spill Federico's secret of being an immortal vampire to anyone—let alone the dumb mortal girl who dares to

face is normally an olive color with a natural light blush color on her cheeks. Helena has the same facial features as the Native American Tribe, Cherokee. There are not any Native American bloodline in any of the vampires. The vampire's bloodline is not of any normal bloodlines of us mortals. The vampires have their own bloodline. No one really knows what the bloodline is called for the vampires. Same with the werewolves. No one has not a clue the name or nationality is for neither of the families, vampires and werewolves. A near smile spread across Brixton's face as he watched as Dronnicka was killing Raul. Helena ran over to Brixton with panic in her voice she pleaded with him to reconsi