Novel & Cerita Vanessa Van Helsing

He stood back and looked at her teared up eyes "You saved the entire world, every wolf, every vampire, even the humans" She turned to the heap of ash "Who was he?" "That, was Vlad Dracul..." She gasped, she didn't know how close that was, she had no idea of the danger, she just blindly went in "I, could have died as well" "No, you did everything right, you have slain him" Through the brush Villa and Skyler came with Nathan and Sabrina, they looked around and saw no Vlad. "Huntress Villa Du Bois, you have missed it"

It was a maid, she was trembling as she stared at the Alpha's body. “Y-you… You… Killed the Alpha. Y-you murdered Alpha Cassius…” She stuttered, trying to string her words together, her fingers trembling as she pointed at me. “Shut up or else I'll send you to go join him,” I interrupted her coldly, my eyebrows slightly raised and my whole demeanor screamed of blood. I heard footsteps rushing up the stairs, the maid had alerted them when she shouted. I would've stayed to fend them off given my power as the Vampire Queen but I was just an ordinary omega right now, a blood slave, with no power at all so I chose the easiest way out.

Werewolves, vampires, mermaids, fairies, dragons. "Urano". She called out softly and he hummed a reply, turning to face her. "What's your Dragon's name?" He wasn't expecting that question so it came as a huge shock to her. "Vhal. Why?" "Nothing. Just in case I wanted addressing him". She smiled. "Something tells me something's bothering you though. What's wrong?" "Nothing much. Was just thinking... since our last argument and visit to this place which turns out to be yesterday if I'm not mistaken. You mentioned a name. Spencer". Vanessa took in a deep yet shaky breath. "Who's Spencer".

Author: Phil Hore This girl was real trouble!” Halloween 1950. When a womanising werewolf, Sebastian Vulk, is sent out to investigate the disappearance of Shelby Lydekker from the estate of General Mark McQueen, the last thing he expected was to enter the dark, terrifying world of a supernatural killer. While waiting for his partner, Vulk is attacked, finds the victims left by the murderer, and tries to save the soul of a curly haired vision, seemingly trapped on the estate.

Something had breached Silver Moon pack's defenses from outside. The Oracle's face went pale. "The ancient enemy I prophesied. It's here. And it's not vampires." Through the smoke and debris, a figure walked forward. Female, dressed in modern black combat gear, with eyes that glowed an unnatural blue. She smiled, cold and clinical. "Hello, wolves. Hello, vampires. My name is Dr. Cassandra Vex, and I represent the Human Genetic Research Institute. We've been studying supernatural creatures for fifty years. And now we're ready to harvest you. All of you."

He was hungry for it, yet it didn't smell nice to him. Damien moved in the dark towards the main city, searching for one's blood that would satisfy him. He was nearing the main city when a hoard of people beleaguered him. They weren't humans. Most of them had odd-coloured hair and white eyes. They were Whigans. Whigans were beings that transitioned from humans to vampires. Those creatures had everything a normal vampire had, except a human form. When humans transform into Whigans, they lose their ability to retain their human physique forever

Why she is so fucking resistant to my advances. She wasn’t like other girls in this school. She was quiet and kept to herself. She didn’t care what other people had to say and she wasn’t begging to have a cock in her like all the other dumb bitches were. She was untouchable, or at least that’s what Brady had told me. God knows he spent a stupid amount of time speaking to Noah about her just so that he could relay that information back to me. Which is why he believed I was making a mistake. Because out of everything that Noah supposedly told him…Vanessa wasn’t someone who was easily taken. And after last night…my decision was sealed. There was no way in hell any guy here would be able to make

“I don’t—” “Get me some blankets. Lay him down, quickly.” She dug out a knife. Vanessa reared back. The woman shoved her aside. Van groaned as he fell to the ground. “Stop it!” “Is there a golden wolf here?” She asked not looking up. “Family? Someone who can give blood.” “I’m his mother,” Vanessa said. “Male relatives are better. Golden wolves are better.” She pulled out a vial and cut Van’s shirt open. She opened it with her teeth and poured the contents over his chest. He hissed and arched up.

She was young and relatively inexperienced compared to many of the others at the table, but there was a fire in her eyes that spoke of a determination and resolve that could not be ignored. Van Helsing regarded her for a moment, then nodded his approval. "Very well," he said. "Helena, you have our blessing. May the hunter's creed guide and protect you in your mission." "With all due respect, Van Helsing, " Viktor said, his voice dripping with skepticism. "Helena is young and inexperienced. She has never faced an opponent like Drake before. It's too risky to send her out on her own and being the last female of your line, she should stay here. "

“Now what exactly did the witches tell you about that poison?” “Saved me? SAVED ME?” Vanessa says in exasperation. “Look at me. I would rather be dead.” I can’t listen to her annoying, nasally voice anymore. Rising from my chair I kick Vanessa from the bed, and she hits the floor with hard thud. Gently I lay my mate into the bed and turn my eyes back on Vanessa. My inner Lycan pushes forward demanding Vanessa’s blood. “What did the witches tell you about the poison?” I growl letting my aura wash over her.