Van Helsing Vampire Sisters Novels & Stories

As she lifted the hood and let the fabric pool back to the nape of her neck, one name struck her with recognition. Vera. The Vampiress of Wystendel. She was here. “Child,” Vera called to her sister. Her sister immediately turned to the lady and she saw the bite marks upon her sister’s neck. Blood smeared down her skin, dripping on the fabric of her dress. “It is time to take our leave. Stop toying with your prey.”

As they tiptoed carefully they felt an unusual wind blow pass them they stopped in their track looking at the direction the wind blew, without seeing anything they looked at each other with the elder sister pulling the younger close with intentions of increasing their pace only to come face to face with a vampire "Oh hello ladies, sorry to interrupt your bonding but I'll need this piece of shit to warm my bed tonight he pointed at the younger sister and smiled revealing his fangs. Before the elder sister could put up a fight, her sister was snatched as the vampire disappeared, it was her sisters scream that lead her towards the pack again running with tears blurring her vision "Elsa help me!

Sigrid pointed that direction. Dan sighed heavily. “What?” Tom asked him. “Or should I say, which what is behind that sigh?” “It just seems that our enemies are multiplying,” Dan explained. “At first it was the Van Helsings, then the locals stirring up trouble, then the Mer, and now apparently we need to keep a lid on our mate’s witch-vampire sister.” “At least the Mer might not be a problem,” Greg put his arm around Dan’s shoulders. “If Sigrid sees a delegation approaching Havermouth peacefully.”

We walk out to the front of the house together with Hana and Jackson with us to find six men and three women waiting. “Why are you here?” Hanzo asks when he stands forward, Jackson and Hana keep me behind them. “We just want the vampire who killed my sister’s mate,” the alpha who is the largest of the group explains with his eyes locked on me. “She survived, she’s lucky I don’t usually miss,” I sigh, stepping forward knowing I nearly killed his sister with a well-placed archery shot. “Before you do anything, did she tell you what the rest of your men were up to when her mate died?” I question, watching him knowing she likely lied because what they did to my mother was wrong by any standards.

“How many are there, Jenny?” “I don’t know!” Jenny shouts back. “There were two in my room and that one made three I’ve encountered! I’ll cover you from here!” I scarcely believe my eyes when I reach the ground floor. My sister, Sylvia, who had gone to Candlewood with me at the behest of the alpha, is battling for her life with a flaming staff, hemmed in on all sides by at least a dozen vampires. On the floor, our dark-haired younger sister, Natalie, who had also gone to Candlewood, lies dead. But she hasn’t been drained—her neck’s been snapped.

They were surrounded by almost fifty vampires, but she didn’t care. “Come on!” She beckoned to Bella, and they charged at the vampires. The vampires closed in like a wave of darkness, and the two friends charged at them. Hazel flexed her fingers, her sharpened nails glinting under the pale moonlight. She grinned as adrenaline flooded her veins. The first vampire lunged at Hazel with their fangs bared, but she moved faster than she thought possible. With a single leap, she was on him, grabbing his head and twisting it with a sickening crack. The vampire crumpled to the ground, and Hazel didn’t even blink. Bella ducked under a female vampire’s swipe, slashing her claws across their chest. The

Too bad. " Iam Lydia's friend but the witch is my sister. Iam a vampire. She's busy so Iam here to pick you up." 'OH MY' how can sisters be two species? Maybe there will be some hybrid issues. " Stop overthinking too much. If my sisters behaved harshly to you, you can tell me." I nodded and we arrived within moments. Their house is like a mansion. Correction, it's a mansion for sure. Are these two living all alone by themselves?

The pack fought valiantly, each member embodying the resilience and unity that defined them. The pack gathered in a clearing within their territory, united by their shared purpose and unwavering loyalty. Dakota and Claire stood at the forefront, their love serving as a beacon of courage for their kin. Surrounding them were their siblings, each bearing the weight of their unique supernatural gifts. Dakota's younger sister and Claire's dear friend stood by their side, her vampire instincts honed and ready for the impending battle. Her gaze held a mixture of concern and determination as she glanced at her brother and Claire, understanding the complexity of their relationship.

I ask her. “It would be perfect! Unlike Leana, we’d always be near each other.” Our sister is on the supernatural council, taking over our mother’s seat, but she’s also mated to a vampire prince. This war isn’t just about werewolves fighting werewolves, there are vampires and witches involved as well. “Or Lily, who we barely see anymore,” Malin says. Lily is Cohen’s older sister and she’s mated to the current elf king. When Rich calls Malin to go, we hug tightly again.

And with that she jumped up to stand on the lowest limb on the tree closest to her, which was about 15 feet off the ground. He had to remember to close his mouth, how could she do that. With the next second she was back on the ground just feet from him, he didn’t even see her move. “We do have speed and strength, but we don’t burn up in sunlight. That is just a myth. But most vamps drink human blood, me and my sisters try to live off of animal blood or donated human blood. My older sister has killed humans for food before, more than I have. My younger sister and I have only killed a few times, but that has been over three hundred years ago. Please don’t be frightened, I will not harm you.”