Alaric Vampire Novels & Stories

' I roared, and as the wind blew past the trees and leaves, the wolves smashed the deranged ones, leaving no mercy at all. From my peripheral, I saw Alaric throwing fireballs at any deranged wolves he saw as he jumped from one huge rock to another. His eyes flickered from that golden brown to their pitch-red. I could tell that he was also mind-linking his fellow vampires. These vamps were faster than my wolves, and they could climb trees. They could lend help to our shooters.

With a stern gaze, he silenced Gustave, denying him the opportunity to utter another word. As Alaric stood face-to-face with Gustave, his attention was suddenly diverted by the sight of another fool hurtling towards him. Alaric's gaze narrowed as he fixed his attention on the experimental vampire before him. With a swift motion, he reached out and seized the creature's neck in his grasp. With a fierce grip, Alaric twisted and broke the neck of the vampire, who had been subjected to countless experiments. The ruptured head and neck lay before them, a gruesome sight that sent shivers down their spines.

he answers, “About needing proof.” “And?” “I know where you can get some.” “You know where we can get proof that Void exists?” I ask skeptically. “Yes,” he replies cryptically, not saying any more For once, I wished he behaved like a normal person and read social cues. “Damien,” Harvey calls out to me. “Who is this?” “His name is Alaric. A vampire and a friend. He is helping us- me - prepare my wolves to face Void,” I reply “I am sorry,” Steven says, eyes still trained on Alaric. “Did you say, vampire? Like the blood sucking creatures that you hear about in myths.”

“I know, but that’s the funny thing about the miracle that it happens every day. But this is not a miracle but a curse for me, and I swear that I will swipe the whole existence of those mutts from history slowly and gradually. I will show those mutts what kind of monster they had accidentally created.” Alaric informed the same Elder Ozul, who smiled at his achievement. He had perfectly brainwashed his weapon in all these years against werewolves. It cost him a lot of things, though. He had to kill all those vampires who knew the truth about what had happened with Kennedy Wayne and the fact that she was actually a werewolf, not a vampire. And she was raped by vampires, not by a werewolf.

He readjusted his glasses and sipped the cocktail, relishing its taste. “How long it’s been since you tasted the fresh hunt, Star?” “There he goes!” She mumbled under her breath and rolled her eyes at him. “You also know that it’s necessary for you, Star. Tension and the temperature rise is the deadly combination for a young vampire.” Alpha Eric’s ears perked up at this code wording, he got up from his table and sat with them. “What is harmful for little one?” King Casper nodded and explained to him. “It’s a reaction...”

"Creepy, but okay. But seriously, those guys are creepy. Why do they keep staring at us as if-" "They're vampires." My eyes widen as I looked at him in shock but a grin growing on his lips upon noticing my petrified state. "What do you mean-" "I really wanna kiss you right now." "Alex, I am serious, we're getting out." I started tugging his hand and stood up when Alex didn't budge. I walked towards the door and froze when the guys started getting up, their eyes growing a shade darker as they huddled around me. One of them stepped forward and I flinched when I noticed his hands reaching out to my cheeks. I took a step back and bumped against something hard . I glanced up to look at Alex, who

With Calypso defeated, the enchantments imprisoning Lola, Evin, and Lara dissipate, freeing them from their captivity. Relief washed over them as they joined Erin and an injured Duncan, happy and mingling with awe at the sight of the Fanged Gods. Thorlon, the mighty Fanged God, stepped forward, his gaze meeting Erin’s with solemn intensity. In a voice that resonated with ancient power, he revealed the truth that had aunted her for so long: Alpha Mirthon, Duncan’s father, was the werewolf who had taken Darcy’s life, her first beloved human soul mate. And now, Darcy had returned, reincarnated into Duncan, the son of his murderer.

“Another man was discovered dead in Piatra Cralului National Park. According to the police, a group of hikers discovered Jordan Lambert’s lifeless body on the forest road leading through Zărneşti Gorges. Like the previous killing reports, Mr. Lambert has also two bite marks on his neck that may be the cause of his death. The authorities are still investigating what is causing these killings in order to find the perpetrator as soon as possible. However, there is speculation that these killings are carried out by an incredible creature...vampires. However, we live in the twenty-first century, and vampires existed in the fifteenth and eighteenth centuries. Is it possible that they are still ali

one whispered. The first tree snapped like a matchstick and a massive shape emerged from the shattered vegetation. Three meters of nightmare made flesh. Fur black as night, eyes red as embers, claws the length of butcher’s knives. The Lican. Alaric stripped of all humanity. The youngest ran first. A claw caught him mid-leap and smashed him against a tree like a rag doll. The second tried to shift; Alaric lifted him by the neck with one hand and squeezed until the sound was like stepping on a dry branch.

It tripped over its own paws and rolled onto the grass, letting out a high-pitched yip of frustration. ‎ ‎"Alaric!" Elara scolded, running over to pick him up. "You're supposed to be hiding!" ‎ ‎My son. ‎ ‎Alaric had shifted early, at three years old. The doctors said it was the Violet Gene. He was a hybrid, like me, but he had taken to his wolf form with a natural ease that baffled everyone. ‎ ‎He shifted back, the silver fur receding to reveal a naked, chubby toddler with violet eyes that shone like stars.