Van Helsing Novels & Stories

I will give him more than he bargains for. I go to my new home, a plain suburban affair. It is furnished. Quickly, not breaking a sweat, I move most of the furniture into the garage. Then I retire to the master bedroom, draw all the shades, and lie down on the hard wooden floor and close my eyes. The sun has drained my strength, I tell myself. But as I doze off I know it is also the people I have met this day that have cut deep into me, where my iron blood flows like a black river over the cold dust of forgotten ages, dripping onto this green world, onto the present, like the curse of the Lord himself. I hope to dream of Krishna as I fall asleep, but I do not. The devil is there instead. Yak

While she had been returning, she had collided with her husband, Cole, on the road, who was twenty two years old at that time. As soon as they had collided, they had recognized each other as their mate. But what she did not know was that her husband, Cole, was a monster scarier than anyone else in the pack. Cole’s wolf was aggressive and bad. As soon as he had recognized Elsa as his mate, he had lost control over his wolf. He had turned into his wolf halfway, and had kidnapped Elsa on the spot. Elsa had screamed and shouted in surprise and fear and had protested against Cole’s tight hold over her hips and body but she was a weak werewolf. Her strength was nothing compared to Cole’s.

They were weak and needed food. "Hello, everyone. I'm Gavin Kyle. The first vampire on the soil of Wisconsin after about twelve centuries ago," I started my first speech after they had eaten. Although some of them looked reluctant, interested, and afraid, their spirit personalities are what compelled them to stay. A force they could not control.

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.

To talk about sacrifice, me myself is one of his prime sacrifices as I have been dead and invisible for the World. I m his only beloved son but for the sake of his Clutch, I have been hidden from the World. I have respect his decision forever and will do it eternally. I don’t know much but Lilith told me when I was born, the devil priest saw the waves destroying the sun in my eyes. Sun is considered the biggest frailty of Vampires and it was destroyed by the waves. That was the time it was decided, my mission to destroy the most powerful enemy of Vampires, Werewolves.

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.”