Alaric Vampire Novels & Stories

"You’re the only one who knows the truth. You’re the only one who can help my father if I don't make it." ​The growl came again, louder this time. It was a sound of pure possessiveness. The bushes fifty yards away parted, and a massive shape stepped into the moonlight. It was Alaric, but he was changed. His clothes were shredded, his muscles had doubled in size, and his skin seemed to shimmer with a dark, violet energy. His face was a mask of jagged bone and golden light. He didn't look human; he looked like a god of the underworld.

Five years is but a blink in a vampire's eternal life, but it was long enough for deep love to curdle into betrayal, for an immortal vow to become the cheapest of lies. Alaric turned me around to face him, his crimson eyes burning with a heat that felt like it could melt me. "Five years, and all I want is to lay the entire world of darkness at your feet." He slowly bent down to kiss me. If I hadn't found that red hair by the pool last night, I would have willingly believed his performance until the day I died. Just as his lips were about to touch mine, the sound of flapping wings broke the night's silence.

“You think I’m crazy, but that’s the only explanation that makes sense.” I scoffed. “You sound like a conspiracy theorist. Vampires don’t exist, and you’ve got to stop reading all those fantasy books.” Before she could say anything else, I grabbed another slice of toast and breezed out of the apartment. My condolences to the victims, but vampire attacks were just so stupidly unrealistic. Like creatures of the night actually existed. Right, sure. “Mr. Vale’s not in right now.” Celine said at the reception, looking me up and down.

They were not expecting the news, and what’s worst was it was an unexpected predicament, something they never heard for too many years, something that they never wanted to know at all, something that they never wished to encounter. “Sorry to ask you this, archangel, but how certain are you that it is true? That a vampire is wandering around the human world when we all knew that no vampire existed already in the past thousand years,’’ Abu asked respectfully, as he opened his wings and sauntered toward Kram, bowed his head and knelt one knee before him and after few moments he lifted his eyes to Kram, serious and somewhat scary.

Arc just waved her off “Mother, please listen. Erebus is out of control. He is illegally turning humans into vampires and creating an army to kill you and take your crystal heart. If we don’t stop him now he will succeed. I have sources that located his hide out. If we surprise attack him tonig--” Arc abruptly stopped talking when Celeste stood. Her calm was long gone and lightning bolts shot through her eyes. She was mad

- But I heard that vampires are powerful. I'm afraid he will escape and find me. You don't see how scary his eyes are when he looks at me. Perhaps he was very angry when he found out that I was impersonating the little mistress. – The girl continued to cry. - There's no way to escape. Every hour or so we'll throw garlic water at him. New wounds will pile up on old wounds. He won't have the strength to break the chains. Let's go inside, don't talk about this anymore from now on. – The butler sternly reassured the maid.

Thru seemed to have a leader this time, a huge hooded man with an aura twice as intimidating. "Sebastian Deusdedit," he called out in a eerie tone. "Respect," she spat, "emperor Sebastian, your honor." The hooded blood sucker laughed, an unpleasant sound. "I'm also a king, you know, a lord. The lord of the vampires, what you term as blood suckers." "I don't care what you call yourself but I warn you to stay away from me and my wife." The vampire lord chuckled, throwing back his hood to reveal a deathly pale face with long sharp fangs.

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.

He asked once he had his fill. "The faceless man isn't a vampire like we all thought." Alaric looked at me, confused. "I think he's a hybrid." I paused. "He had claws which he used as means to cast a spell on me to make me forget our encounter," I said as I recalled the encounter. Alaric’s eyes narrowed in realization "But you didn't forget." He muttered in surprise.