Alaric The Originals Novels & Stories

' I was an intern. When I finally stepped out of the building around noon, my phone was blowing up. 12 Missed Calls: Alaric 6 Text Messages: Alaric I felt a cold pit form in my stomach. I hailed a taxi instead of calling the driver, my heart racing faster the closer I got to the penthouse. When the elevator doors opened on the 70th floor, I didn't even make it past the foyer. Alaric was standing there. He wasn't in a suit. He was in a black t-shirt and jeans, his hair messy, looking like he had been pacing the room for hours. His face was a mask of pure, unadulterated fury.

“I wouldn’t worry yet. It’s only a few minutes past — ” He stopped mid-sentence at the sound of footsteps down the tunnel to our left. Alaric emerged from the shadows, and the first thing I noticed about him was that his hair was black, not blond. He’d gone back to his real and true roots. “Fair warning, I ran into a rogue on my way here. Terrible timing,” he muttered, and that’s when I noticed the blood splattered on his jawline. “How many?” Lucius frowned, his eyes flickering with worry.

Alaric let out a growl, power exuded from his tone as he made his command shockingly, " I, Alaric Valdamirovich as the crown prince of all the vampires command you to back off right now."

Chapter 8: When The Original Characters Changed What will happened if the original characters changed? The original female lead was changed into a transmigrator, the original side characters— her three brothers— was reincarnated and the original villain was also a transmigrator. Then what about the male lead? Her lips twitch. Actually, it was better if it's true.

He could hear the crickets, twittering of birds, footsteps… like someone was pacing rhythmically. He drew in a deep breath. A faint scent of roses assaulted his nose blowing life into his soulless body. Following the scent, he came to a large wooden door. He threw his whole body against the door. The door creaked loudly in protest before falling to the floor with a thud. Ranger and five of his men stood there like a statue for a moment. Alaric let his wolf take over partially. Claws emerged and his hands got covered in fur. A guttural growl escaped his throat as he pounced on two men, grabbing them by their throat. He lifted them into the air and before they even realized they were choked to

“Alaric.” Rachel froze. Since when?

“Alarick, it's Drake! You saw it didn't you?" “June, this is not the right time!” cried Alaric. "You already know, don't you? I want to see him, Alarick," June said. “He's not the Drake he used to be, June! He doesn't remember anything!” cried Alaric. “June, I really have to go. I'll call you later," said Alarick again. He then hung up the phone. Alarick ran at full speed to give directions to those who brought the vampires as bait.

Being close to Alaric made her presence a bit stronger, but she was far from fully recovered. “Yes, now,” Alaric insisted, standing up with a grin. Before I could protest further, he stepped back and shifted. The transformation was seamless, his human form melting away to reveal a massive, midnight-black wolf. He was huge, bigger than any alpha I had ever seen in my past life. His fur was glossy, catching the moonlight in a way that made him look almost otherworldly. His eyes, usually a piercing gray, were now a deep, fiery red with dark orbs that seemed to see straight into my soul.

Riley The drums started before dawn. Low, rolling, like the heartbeat of something ancient and angry. By the time the sun clawed its way over the horizon, the hills were crawling with werewolves — hundreds of them. Banners snapping. Teeth gleaming. And somewhere behind them, hidden in the mist, was Alaric. I could smell him. Power, arrogance, and the faint rot of old blood. He didn’t come to parley. He came to perform.

Alaric must have caught wind of it in advance, which was why he had hijacked Lance’s setup and turned it into his own game. She sighed, shaking her head. “Aric, I can’t even imagine what you’d do to me if you ever became my enemy.” Alaric’s expression turned serious. “Are you scared?” He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a murmur. “Teacher Greene, I won’t let anyone take advantage of you. As long as I can keep you by my side, I don’t care what it takes.” On the screen, a gruesome scene unfolded—a wife who had been murdered years ago had returned, now lying under the bed, her bloodshot eyes staring at her cheating husband and his mistress as they made love above her.