Van Helsing Vampire Sisters Novels & Stories

Hunter weapons did not work on a vampire as rare as Death. The halls were silent, save for the clicking of our careful steps and heavy breathing. Mr and Mrs Veneziano seemed to know what they were doing, so did my parents. All we needed to do, was make sure we did exactly as we were told. Of course Haydon and I were not known for such things, and secretly, Haydon had decided to think up his own plan, and I did the same, neither one of us uttering our plan to one another or to our parents. Both, uttering a secret goodbye with each step we took, further into my home. This had to end here. Soon, Haydon and I caught a hold of Death’s scent and immediately we gave each other a look.

The following night, the Crimson Rose mansion thrummed with dark anticipation. Every sister had gathered in the grand ritual chamber, twenty flawless lesbian vampires dressed in nothing but sheer crimson silk and black lace that barely covered their pale, perfect bodies. The air was thick with the scent of roses, candle wax, and fresh blood.

He made a gesture, as if to hand the floor over and took a seat in the front row as a short, muscular figure dressed entirely in black rose and nodded in his direction, a dark cloak swinging out behind as Van turned to address the captive audience. Alice Van Helsing was known for her deadly aim. Choosing to fire her steel-tipped wooden stakes through a crossbow, she was quick and lethal. No one knew for sure the number of Vampires she had destroyed in the last century, but estimates put it in the thousands. She was tiny but compact, and with one penetrating glance from dark eyes framed by heavy brows, she had the room silenced.

I don’t know why he doesn’t move or why he throws his hands up in defeat. But my claws slide right through his heart without him even flinching. “I didn’t think you had it in you, Kendric. But vampires don’t die that easily.” I shift my claws, twisting them in his heart until I know I have severed everything. “Are you sure about that?” I hear the witches' chanting in the background, which catches Ramsey by surprise. “What do you think you’re doing? You work for me.” One of the women steps up behind me. By the jingle on her foot, I guess she is the sister of the other women who broke our bonding.

The twins were young girls, in their teens, both with a Goth look from what they’d been told. Apparently, they had always gone everywhere together, except for a certain Halloween party where one of them had gotten herself infected by a Vampire. Once she’d turned, she immediately turned her sister as well. Born together, die together. Cadence couldn’t imagine doing something so terrible to her sister, but then, it had been partially her fault Cassidy had been infected. Giovani had been after Cadence after all. The guilt still kept her up at night sometimes.

His gaze locked onto hers, and for a moment, Esteria saw the monster lurking beneath the surface. Suddenly, Elora, Esteria's sister, appeared beside them, her eyes gleaming with a similar intensity. She wrapped her arms around Vincent, pulling him into a passionate kiss as Esteria watched in horror. The room erupted into chaos as the other vampires drew their swords, descending upon the human guests like predators. The sound of clashing steel and screams filled the air, and Esteria felt her strength fading, her vision blurring.

Why would she suddenly remember a sister who supposedly meant nothing? Though doubt lingered in my heart, she was now the prince's publicly acknowledged fiancée. I had no authority to refuse. The moment I reached her chamber, I saw Alexus stride out with his robe open, a satisfied smile on his face. I lowered my head at once. He did not spare me a single glance. His scent was unmistakable—blood and roses, that lingering fragrance a vampire exudes after intimacy. I knew immediately that my sister had already slept with him.

She had a sweet melodious voice, was she a singer? "Yes , I feel the connection but how do you feel the connection, what exactly are you?" Alaric looked around to ensure they were out of hearing ears. "I'm a vampire. You're a werewolf I assume?" 'A Vampire! A vampire!!Vampires exist?! How come she didn't know about this, does her father know? Vampires only existed in myths and were known to exist even before werewolves. Wait a minute , how old could he be? Andra kept thinking.

Rideten, Present Time Walking through the Van Helsings with Heath and Cameron whilst keeping an eye on Rhett and Morgana as they entered the house behind Phillip and Stella had Talen’s nerves on edge. What the fuck were the fool werewolves playing at inviting his mates to a meeting directly across the road from a Van Helsing headquarters? That people often overlooked that which was directly under their noses was a sound theory, but this was taking it too far.

Cameron grinned holding out his offerings. “You eat it. You need the sugar. What was that about?” Rhett asked. “I don’t know,” Jules shook his head slowly. “But that Van Helsing isn’t human. Have you ever heard of a non-human Van Helsing before? It seems… wrong. A bit f-ked up. A supernatural working with humans determined to end supernaturals.” “Really f-ked up,” Casey corrected. “How’d you know?” Rhett leaned against Cameron’s side, seeking the comfort of contact with his mate.