Vampire Huntress: A Vampire Fantasy Romance: Spicy Vampire Romances, #3

By Kenzie Skye

Arabella is a fierce and determined vampire huntress, haunted by the memory of her parents' death at the hands of the bloodthirsty creatures. Her hatred for vampires is all-consuming, driving her to become a vigilante who will stop at nothing to rid the world of these monsters.

 

As luck would have it, she finds an unlikely ally in a werewolf who shares her hatred for vampires. They become a dynamic duo, working together to take down any vampire they come across. 

 

However, their partnership takes a dark turn when Arabella discovers the name of the vampire who turned the ones responsible for her parents' murder. Driven by her thirst for vengeance, she sets out to capture him, but this vampire is no ordinary foe. He is high up in the vampire hierarchy and incredibly powerful.

 

Despite the odds stacked against her, Arabella remains undeterred. She and her werewolf friend continue their pursuit, but as they get closer, they realize just how difficult it will be to take this vampire down. However, when the wily—and darkly alluring—vampire outsmarts them, Arabella must confront her inner demons and decide what matters most to her. 

 

The pull of her heart—or vengeance. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kenzie Skye
• Release date: Aug 13, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223388753

Kenzie Skye

Kenzie Skye writes romance for every dimension. Her paranormal romances are over the top and always feature obsessed heroes who will do anything for the women they love. Go to www.authorkenzieskye.com for a free book!

Book preview

CHAPTER 1

Arabella

I prowl through the dark, narrow alleys of the city, my long, red hair flowing behind me like a shadow. The flickering streetlights cast eerie shadows on the walls, but I pay them no mind. My piercing eyes are locked onto my prey. Years of hunting have honed my instincts, and tonight's target won't escape my grasp.

Another night, another hunt, I mutter to myself as I move stealthily closer. My name is Arabella Nightshade, and I've dedicated my life to ridding this world of vampires – the very creatures that tore my family apart.

My parents' death weighs heavily on my heart, their screams echoing in my ears even after all these years. It's this tragic past that drives me, fuels my hatred for these monsters, and ensures I never waver from my mission. I am relentless, and each vampire I eliminate brings me one step closer to avenging those who were taken from me too soon.

Come out, come out, wherever you are, I whisper into the darkness, taunting the vampire that I know is lurking nearby. My senses are heightened, each sound and smell amplified in these confined spaces, guiding me toward my enemy.

Ah, Arabella Nightshade, a voice hisses from the shadows. I've heard so much about you.

Then you know what's coming, I reply, my voice dripping with venom. My hands tighten around the hilt of my silver dagger – a weapon that has felled countless creatures of the night.

Indeed, the vampire chuckles, stepping into the dim light. Its eyes glint with malice, reflecting my own determination back at me. But I won't go down without a fight.

Wouldn't have it any other way, I say, smirking as adrenaline courses through my veins. This is what I live for – the thrill of the hunt, the satisfaction of exacting my revenge.

Our eyes lock, and for a moment, time stands still. Then, like lightning, we clash. The vampire lunges at me, fangs bared, but I sidestep its attack with practiced ease. My dagger slices through the air, narrowly missing its mark, but I'm undeterred. Each strike is calculated, each movement precise.

Give it up, I snarl, pushing back against the vampire's onslaught. You can't win.

Your confidence will be your downfall, it hisses, but I can see the fear flickering behind its eyes.

Confidence? I scoff, feeling my anger flare. No, this is vengeance.

With a final, powerful swing, my dagger finds its target. The vampire lets out a pained scream as it crumples to the ground, lifeless. Blood pools around the body, filling the air with its coppery scent, but I barely notice. My thoughts are consumed by my parents, their memories flickering like ghostly images in my mind.

Another one down, I murmur, sheathing my dagger. Though I feel a hint of sadness at the loss of another life, it's quickly overshadowed by the burning determination that has become my constant companion.

Stay vigilant, Arabella, I tell myself as I step over the corpse, already focused on my next target. The world still needs you.

CHAPTER 2

Arabella

The moon casts a pale, silvery glow over the city streets as I continue my hunt. My heart races with anticipation, and the bitter cold nips at my cheeks. The scent of death lingers in the air, a constant reminder of the life I've sworn to avenge.

Come out and play, I whisper, my voice barely audible above the distant sound of traffic. But he can hear me. I know it. And I can feel him watching me from the shadows, his hunger palpable. Tonight, I will take another monster down.

I step into the adjoining dark alley, lit only by the dim orange glow of a flickering streetlight. My boots echo against the wet cobblestones as I move deeper into the darkness, my senses heightened. Every nerve in my body is alive with electricity, urging me onward.

Are you afraid? I taunt, knowing that even the most confident vampire cannot resist the allure of such a challenge. You should be.

The dank smell of decay fills my nostrils, making me want to gag, but I press on. Droplets of water drip rhythmically from a rusty pipe overhead, providing an eerie soundtrack for this chase. The further I go, the more oppressive the atmosphere becomes, as if the very walls of the alley are closing in on me.

Show yourself! I demand, my voice echoing down the narrow passage. But there's no response, save for the continued dripping of water. It's almost as if he's vanished into thin air.

Cat got your tongue? I ask, pressing my back against a filthy brick wall. I scan the darkness around me, searching for any sign of movement.

Alright then, I pull a wooden stake from my belt. Let's do this the hard way.

As I clutch the wooden stake in my hand, my heart races with a mix of anticipation and dread. I can't help but remember the night my family was slaughtered by a vampire, their lifeless bodies