Van Helsing Novels & Stories

Finally all the wolves was slain and Michaelson stood heaving for breath, "Hellsing, you've caused enough trouble," said a man in a long red coat, stepping into the light. He was stunningly handsome, with long, wavy silver hair and bright red eyes. His nose was sharp like a hawk's, and his lips were full and red. His skin was very pale, almost ghostly, and a single fang was visible in his mouth. He was incredibly tall, even taller than Lorenzo. Right away, even Cassie could tell he wasn't human. Michaelson's eyes went wide with shock when he saw him. "Dracula Vladimir Tepesh!" he gasped.

He appeared, his face white in the streetlights within the darkness of his hair and clothing, and his lips glossed with blood. “They heard the gun, move!” Heath ordered in a hiss and ran towards the house. He climbed to the first story effortlessly, reaching down to grab Aislen by the wrist. She felt Cameron grab her by the waist, lifting her up, as Rhett and Talen manhandled the woman Van Helsing’s body up, before all three men followed. As they reached the balcony of the second story, the front door burst open and a group of Van Helsings, in casual clothing or pajamas, and one wearing a towel wrapped around his head and a bath

*** Abraham Van Helsing, the Dutch vampire hunter, had once had an apprentice whom he admired and held in high regard, long before he even considered the holy order as a potential calling. Helsing betrayed his apprentice and thought he had disposed of him. However, the tales surrounding this event were shrouded in insufficient recounting and relied solely on rumors. Higgins, renowned for his extraordinary ability to communicate with the dead, was known as the Necromancer Hunter. His expertise lay in influencing the living through the use of the deceased as conduits. His discarded body had washed up on the shores of a massive island housing several packs of wer

The team huddled closer, their fear palpable, but I couldn’t let them scatter. “Hold your ground. Watch the shadows.” A blur erupted from the darkness, a male vampire with crimson eyes charging straight for Hansel. My instincts kicked in. I lunged, tackling the vampire mid-stride, my shoulder screaming as we hit the ground. His claws raked my arm, drawing blood, but I pinned him down, my weight crushing his chest. He snarled, fangs gleaming, his strength unnatural as he thrashed beneath me.

I know that she cried and had a serious problem but I don't want to invalidate her feelings by snooping. Some vampires approached us after ten minutes. "Rielle, introduce us to your companions," said a tall looks like Henry Cavill one. Astrielle pointed me, "Wynzlette" and pointed my friend, "Carline." The man approached me. "Markus Helsing. I'm a friend of Astrielle from the Netherlands." "Nice to meet you, Markus. Wynzlette is off limit already. All of us actually," Carline said territorially.

Annette frowned "V– Victor? That can't be true!?" Hannah glared at her, the honey syrup expression she always has on washed away and a new demon is revealed to her, that face even made Skyler take a step back. "Oh my dear young vampire, it is I, me, its the very being of myself they wanted to hide from the world! I am Hannah Vladimir Dracul, and Victor was my innocent younger brother!"

she answered. "But he'll wake up soon, right?" I asked her, and she giggled at me. "Of course! He's a pure-blood vampire, and besides, they could not pull out his heart," Ash confidently answered as she pointed at the most extensive stitch in Daniel's chest. "His heart?" I asked, and she nodded. "Pureblood vampires will only die once their heart has been pulled out of their bodies," Ash explained, making me feel relieved, knowing that Daniel would wake up soon.

Many wear crosses around the necks and many carry stakes along with them. The traditional story of vampires starts with Vlad the Impaler,(also known as Count Dracula ), a ruler who killed people in the most horrific ways. He was cursed by a priest to never find peace even after death. After he died in a war, he returned to his palace as someone who was neither dead nor living. The traditional story says that Van Helsing killed Vlad the Impaler by first finding out where he slept and then putting a stake through the heart. The final step involves chopping off the head and putting garlic in the mouth.

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

“And it’s a very broad subject.” “Watch this one, he’s the bitey one,” Rhett cautioned Cameron as they dragged out the Van Helsings. Talen and Heath tossed the unconscious Van Helsings over their shoulders, whilst Rhett stooped to free the ankles of the gagged Van Helsing zombie and Cameron and he pushed him in front of them, each holding the man by his upper arms.