Abridged Alucard Novels & Stories

They all had their wolves. And I didn't have my magic. “I can assure you that there's nothing–” Atlas tried to stop them but it was of no use. Soon the carriage door was ripped open and I came face to face with one of the rogues. His head was bald and he had a scar running along his face, running through his left eye socket which was empty. He kicked his lips when he saw me, a grin spreading on his face. “Fight them, Heyley!” My werewolf urged me and I let her take control of my body.

"You know that it is in your best interest not to lie to me." "Fine." I huff as I am about to toss the damn thing out of the window, yet I continue, "Roberto does perhaps got a case of Blood Lust." "Perhaps? Or does he?" "He does. We are on our way to find him. Alatar is with us at present to show us where we can find him." "Who the fuck is Alatar." I cannot help but chuckle, for I know already what the man's reaction is going to be. "Alatar is a Warlock."

I shouldn’t have told him that. He nods, says nothing else. If he knows who I am, he’s not letting on. “My name is Luca,” he says, not unkindly. “I’m Alpha Edric’s Beta.” Well lah-di-dah, as if that means anything to me. I don’t know the difference between an alpha, beta, omega, gamma or however all this werewolf stuff works. Another rogue, a young man that escaped his abusive father, tried to explain it to me once, but all I remember is that you can smell the difference. Honestly though, all shifters smell the same to me.

“If anything, I think she’s a great fit for you because you can learn a lot from her about our world.” Again, I nodded. “Right, I supposed this settles it then. You know where to find me.” June smiled, but I didn’t miss the concern shadowing her features. I knew she’s worried about the whole Luca incident and what all this would mean for me. Luca—whose full name turned out to be Lucian—was a rogue wolf, outcasted by his own kind. When you’re outcasted, your powers get stripped, and you can’t get in touch with the spiritual realm or with the huntress. Somehow he managed to bypass it, and here we were.

Erebus shook the drink in his hand and stared at it as if observing the liquid carefully, "you are not interested in living long then?" "Are you?!" Allura asked rhetorically, "You are a wizard yourself!" "No one taught me about magic much." Erebus shook his head, "I'm not like you." "She taught me magic alright! But it doesn't mean I WANT to kill people and control some werewolves to do my chores!" Allura was again irratated, "Could you please stop talking to me as if I'm some mad murderer?" "I'm sorry, but your story just doesn't sound very convincing." Erebus took a sip of his drink.

He engulfed me in a hug then spoke in a low almost indecipherable tone. “Your mummy is gone.” That was all he said. No words of comfort or anything. Just that. I run into the living room where the birthday was supposed to happen and I found her with scratch marks on her neck with blood pooling around her. It was gnarly and till today, my father, Demon Lord Altyre has vowed to avenge her death

It was Aragon. The oldest elder in the royal house, a millennial old werewolf. A member of the council, a former Zeta and War general in his time, and a descendant of one of the founding fathers of plane Weode. A man full of wisdom. He had just taken notice of their presence when his eyes rolled back in his head. "Give him to me," he heard the elder's voice say. Then he felt his body being lifted from the ground and frail hands that were old and wrinkly snuggled around him. Unexpectedly, sharp fangs sank into his neck, and hot pain jolted through his body.