Van Helsing Novels & Stories

He pointed out a large davenport. I just nodded, and he started walking out of the house. I let myself sit on the couch and waited. After a few minutes of being comfortable on the settee, I heard footsteps outside and opened the door. I saw Alarick holding the lead rope of a sorrel horse. “What is with the horse?” “We’ll ride this horse,” he replied and hopped on. I nodded and sighed. I thought werewolves can run faster than horses?

“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.

All I have with me is my blood and the fact that I am a human, a Helsing. Helsings are humans, hunters rather. They're known as the protectors of the human kingdom, Doria, way before the vampires, werewolves and other night creatures took over the throne. They hunt down the nightcrawlers. Their blood smells nice too. Our blood. My blood. My head spun around, all the things that surrounded me began to disappear until everything went black and I opened my eyes. I woke up that morning with no energy at all. Lord Minir left the mansion without even saying goodbye to us except for a note he left on my bedside table, saying,

"W-who is that little vampire? Why is he...?" asked one of the vampires being captured. "Stupid! You don't know him?" asked Vero and this vampire just shook his head. "He is His Majesty Harrison. Raizel Harrison de Haltz. He is the leader of the Haltz Clan." "WHAT!? His Majesty Harrison!? You said he's His Majesty Harrison? The strongest vampire who leads the Haltz Clan!?" Al who heard it turned his head, "The strongest vampire? That kid...?"

I answered and adjusted my posture. "Hunters are advised to attack at noon when the sun is high up in the sky, so the light can be used as an advantage. Hunters should only engage vampires at night when it cannot be avoided. Blessed oil is most preferred to blessed water because it doesn't evaporate quickly, it burns into their skin, and a little can go a long way. As for the bullet, it has to be prepared by the hunter to be sure of its purity and the blessing inscriptions," I explained.

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.

The finale to this night. "The Vampire will die."

As soon as they saw June, they stopped talking. “June, this is Vladimir, who will help us,” said Wilona. "Nice to meet you, June Hanson," said the tall, skinny man next to Wilona. Vladimir was very pale skinned with blond hair which was also pale. Even though he was handsome, it was easy to guess that he was a vampire. From his clothes, Vladimir looked different from the vampires that Drake was chasing, he looked neat and classy. Like European royalty. "Nice to meet you too," June said, holding out her hand to shake Vladimir's. The man smiled politely.

My eyes were heavily lidded, barely open wide enough to see the arching sunrise, the bloated red sun hanging fat in the dawn sky. Something about her had felt off. There was an itch at the very back of my head, just out of reach always, a horrible, niggling feeling that something wasn’t right. Perhaps it was Trigger’s certainty that new vampires had arrived in Seafall. Perhaps it was the fact that she’d looked dead – truly dead, with waxy skin and hollowed cheeks – and I’d blown air into her lungs, breathed life back into her empty body.

Yes, Chloe, because he had done that one, and I have a little faith he had do that again. “You’d better be talking to the low life and not my daughter–in–law.” Francisca was on her feet, eyes glaring at me. “What is going on here?” Logan Bouchard walked in, his ego heavy on his shoulders, face in a deep frown as always, the only time he would ever have a smile on his face was when he had some disgusting shit going on in his head. “Your son has been bewitched. Not only has she returned to ruin our image like her dead father, but she has also come to destroy our following the disgusting evil acts of her father.”