Alaric Vampire Novels & Stories

I heard Alaric shout at Kimberly after losing his patience, "Her wolf is one of a kind and born once in every five hundred years, and I know it has awakened. I felt it through the bond, and now, I want my pups with her so I can build an invincible and immortal army of mine." "Tha...That's never going to happen because I won't let you touch me again, you filthy dog!" I snapped, after gaining a little bit of strength, and opened my eyes to find myself in some warehouse, chained to a chair, laced with wolf's bane, with blood dripping down my head. My vision was blurry at first, but I could see them clearly. At least they were dressed this time. "Look who finally decided to wake up from her litt

"Allena speaks of them occasionally. She cares for them deeply, but that won't stop me from leveling this little Clan of yours until the wolf's are but a memory." Jones shook his head. "You wouldn't. The creatures—they don't want to fight with us anymore, and Allena would hate you if you killed us!" Jonathan snorted out a laugh. "I care nothing for the creatures or their soft intentions. I am a Prince of Vampire—the favorite grandson of Lucifer. Do you have any idea how many of my own blood I had to slaughter to earn that title? Allena might hate me for a century—maybe even two—but she'll eventually forget you. I will be all that she has, but you . . . If you don't give me what I want, your

The head Alpha Alaric Donovan, the most powerful magnate in the entire werewolf world. I only saw him on the screen. He was definitely #1 World’s Most Handsome Male Werewolf, though personally I would put him up against males of any species. He had crisp black hair and those deep brown eyes typical of an alpha werewolf. He was also something of a mystery, Mr. Alaric, basically a recluse. Interestingly, though, Alpha Alaric’s child had been switched at birth with someone else's child in this very hospital. I overheard it from some of the other nurses.

Jasper answered and said that he had been training those Drudge Vampires for so long because he guessed that there was going to be war starting from that day, when the heart of the Vampire that craves for Human's blood began to beat. The Cadicarat that was made hundred Centuries ago between the Alpha of the Jules' Werewolf pack and the Lord of Vampires has certainly broken; if not, how come the heart of the Vampires that craved for blood had suddenly come back to life and it's now beating. No one knew what the Cadicarat between the Alpha and the Lord of Vampires was because it was a secret that they died with.

With a bitter taste that clung to Eren, he left the big door. Alaric stood in front of his bedroom balcony staring intently at the forest that enveloped his father's castle. The other hand holds the glass filled with blood that Derek had given him. His eyes were still red from the blood in the middle. Blood with different flavors on the one hand has a sweet taste but on the other hand has a bitter taste that is like intoxicating wine. I don't know which one made Alaric seem bewitched to drink it again and again, I don't know which. The feeling is so bewitching that the owner has two different identities. Whatever the taste of blood that tasted on his tongue he would find whoever the owner of

I promised myself. ********* FINN "I think my grandfather visited Iris earlier today," I said to Damon who sat opposite me. He almost choked on his drink when I made that statement. He never liked that man, and neither did I, nor did my sister. He had wreaked havoc in our lives and we despised him with everything within us. "Why? And how did he get in here without anyone noticing?" "Same way as Fenrir. My grandfather is a pure breed vampire who practices dark magic. He could be here and we wouldn't know." I said in a deadpan tone. I noticed him looking around before his eyes rested on me.

Flesh tore, bones cracked, and the grass turned scarlet beneath their paws. King Alaric raised his hand, and the vampires surged into the fray, ripping through rogue wolves as if they were stuffed toys. But victory was short-lived. Alaric’s eyes widened as he saw a dark elf ram a stake into a vampire’s chest. Snarling, he leapt and tore out the elf’s heart with his bare hand.

I express with a hint of frustration in my voice. “Skyler, my sweet mate, we are like kindred spirits in the vampire world. We possess an innate ability to provide solace and support to one another during our most challenging moments. Remember when I rescued you from the treacherous cavern? I apologize if no one has enlightened you about this aspect of our existence. However, time is of the essence, and we must act swiftly.” Alaric's face brightened with a bashful grin as he spoke.

"By the time you find him… it'll already be the end." "How do you know it's him?" I asked. Something felt very wrong. I had never told her about Alaric. I did not understand why she was saying all that, but her words threw my mind into chaos again. "Alaric is no good. He's actually a necromancer from the neighboring village. Your father paid a tremendous price to buy materials from him to preserve the body. "That stuff… is refined from the dead." My breathing hitched. She kept going.

He would have killed him for sure, but he got confused when he saw Alaric laughing, even when he was in pain. “She..she is yo..your mate, i..isn’t sh..she?” Alaric asked, grinning widely. Beast dropped him and hit his fist on the wall of the cave as hard as he could, making a layer of stones fall on the ground while Alaric coughed and laughed at the same time. “Sorry!!” he coughed and kept grinning. “I followed you,” he said. Alaric had heard their conversation and everything that had happened. To be honest, he was just keeping an eye on him; that was why Elder Ozul had turned into a vampire, and that was his main job.