Alaric Vampire Novels & Stories

“I may look young, but I’m not.” She looks at him, confused. “Look, I stopped aging at twenty. For me to start aging again I need to stop shifting; stop becoming a werewolf.” Now she has questions: a lot of them. “So exactly how old are you, Alaric? And how old was that vampire?” “I was born in 1895,” he murmurs, his head bowed. Her fingers move as she works it out and he snickers slightly at the sight, causing her to lose count. She rolls her eyes and starts again, her head snapping up.

Lord Vlad had promised him that he wouldn't send another of their kind to the pack, but it seemed like he did. That person must have been the one who saw him having a conversation with Ophelia and then made the report. Adjusting his clothes, he turned around. "Do not think of lying to us!" Lord Alaric's voice echoed in the whole room as he moved quickly toward Marcel. He wrapped his hand tightly around Marcel's neck as he clenched his fist tightly. Marvel struggled to release himself from Lord Alaric's grasp. Ever since he knew Lord Alaric, no one dared cross paths with him because he was one of the strongest Vampires ever.

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

"Come in, Victor, and tell me what is wrong." Once he is sitting with us in the common room, he has managed to calm himself enough to speak again. "Master, I was out on a prowl and came across a vampire. The vampire seems to have taken out two humans and was busy feeding. I am afraid to say we have a rogue vampire roaming the streets."

Alaric launched straight into a rap, strutting like the training ground was his stage. “He has to be Raven Howl if he’s unregistered,” I said, my foot tapping to the beat despite myself. “What exactly is he?” Alaric spun once, pointing at me like a hype man before dropping the next verse. “Hybrid blood in his veins, but the wolf’s barely there, Something twisted in his scent, like it’s spiked with a nightmare. Not a full-blood, not clean—he’s a broken design, Whoever made this bastard stepped way outta line”

He walked in and stopped at the end of the alley. Three vampires in black robes with frighteningly pale faces were standing in a row facing him. They are waiting for him. Vladimir smiled at the vampire, who stood in the middle. “Arazor, the most feared soul-eater, and the meanest killer.” His face suddenly turned cold. “Why don’t you bow when you see your prince.” “You are not my prince. I will never bow to you!” said Arazor. Vladimir's angry eyes gripped Arazor's eyes. “Cedric must have wanted so badly to kill me that he sent you to do the job.”

When he raised his right hand to adjust a warrior's stance, his sleeve shifted slightly, revealing a small patch of skin on the inside of his forearm. There was a pattern there. Faint—almost invisible. But I knew that pattern too well, because I had the exact same thing on my own arm. The mark of wolf decay. My heart clenched. How was that possible? Alaric was the most powerful Alpha alive, the war god who'd crushed the vampire armies. If his wolf was in decay, the vampires would overrun every werewolf territory within hours. Impossible. I must have seen it wrong. I shook my head and pushed the absurd thought away.

The others were starting to carry things outside and Sven said, “We’re going to catch the sun. Let’s get out of here.” Felix went toward the door. Sven said to me, “Are you sure you’re alright?” “Yeah,” I nodded, feeling my cheeks still hot. “I’m fine. I ended up meeting with a vampire who helped me stay hidden from my father.” “I see,” he nodded. “Do you remember his name?” “He didn’t give me any, but he was an old man.” “That’s Lawrence,” he said with a smile. “He’s very kind. You’re lucky to have ended up with him.”

A miniature figure in a light blue dress flashed in the aisle and made the vampire frown. Throwing a short glance in the direction of Lord Tantario, who was indifferently telling something to his wards, Genevieve walked with a sliding gait after the brunette. - I missed you so much, Will! – the fragile young girl shouted joyfully, throwing herself into the arms of the dark-eyed vampire. “I missed you too, Alika,” William answered tenderly, stroking the vampire’s head. Alika had short, thin, charcoal-colored hair that stood up unruly in all directions. The soft muslin of the light blue dress complimented her creamy white skin beautifully. The girl was small, fragile and incredibly agile.