Vanessa Van Helsing Novels & Stories

HAYDEN “Lady Kathalina Orlok was the king and queen’s trusted noble vampire who has been handling resources and keeping the peace between vampires and werewolves. She’s clever, but being betrayed out of greed and jealousy, Lady Kathalina decided to take what’s offered…” Despite the turmoil burning inside Simon, he continued sharing what he could for us to have an idea of what happened to where Roxanne came from.

Although as vampires we were meant to blend in, Vanessa never got that memo. She stood leaning up against the door frame talking to Mum and Dad. As they moved out of the way, she sauntered in. She was wearing black leather trousers with a matching jacket and a low cut red tee tucked into her waistband. She was already tall for a woman, at least five foot eleven, but her four-inch heels made her tower over even my dad. Her raven black hair came down below her shoulders and hung loosely. By far her best feature was her ocean-blue eyes, framed by naturally long black lashes.

She gave a quick nod and the tingling took her under once more. They reappeared in the hallway, just at the edge of the now-mound of bodies. Several of the lycans were on their feet, fighting fruitlessly as Collectors clung to their shoulders, necks, and legs. A cold wind blew down the corridor and Vanessa lifted her hands in the air. As she called upon her icy gift, every single Collector turned in her direction. They must have been drawn to her power.

But Damien was unaware that the woman he loves and Orlean are planning something bad on him And on the day of their wedding, Faviona gifted Damien a necklace as a sign of her love for him. But that necklace was from the fangs of the oldest werewolf, Arian. Arian is the queen of werewolves. She is the most powerful werewolf in their history. Even though she is very old, she still doesn't die easily because her life depends on her sharp fangs. No one knows how her fangs became powerful because even Arian does not know where its power came from.

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

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.

“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.

Gunnar's eyes widen as he takes in his mate's almost completed transformation. Hilda grasps her brother's shoulder as shock rakes through her body, and the doctor smiles. Finally, Vanessa's frame stills. No more cries of pain come from her lips, and she moves to stand up. Her wolf form (picture a lycan from like underworld) is muscular and average size for a female. But it is her color that has her audience stunned. Unlike every standard werewolf in the world, Vanessa is a royal white. All except a small patch on her chest, which is red. Indicating Vanessa is indeed a royal........ Rosy lets out the highest pitched scream yet, and Vanessa's head instantly turns in her direction. Her body is

Her heart throbbed in fear, and all her senses became more sensitive. "Please, moon goddess, don't let anything bad happen to my baby..." Emerald trusted the goddess as she was one of the few wolves who still worshiped the moon as being the force who moved their life, but her request was interrupted. "Don't you think it's useless to ask her for protection now?" said the voice in the woods. With her red eyes and black clothes, there was no doubt for Emerald of who that was. It was the enemy, that was clear. But the person in front of her was not only the enemy, it was the dreaded Mary Van Helsing.

To my astonishment, I saw Vanessa there, her hand emitting a radiant glow. I was just surprised to see her there but I was also taken aback by her glowing hand, I came closer so I could take a look, At that moment, realization dawned on me the ancient bracelet, the key to weakening the witches, was in Vanessa's possession. However, my shock deepened as I observed a peculiar transformation in Vanessa. Her once-dark hair was now rapidly turning a striking shade of white. The sight sent a shiver down my spine, adding an eerie layer to the already tense atmosphere.