Alaric Vampire Novels & Stories

June asked, leaning on her waist. “Either catch you or kill you right away. What is clear, they can not do it as long as there is me," replied Alarick. "Then what are you? Some kind of vampire?" June asked, snorting and half laughing derisively. “Why do you think I'm a lowly creature like them? I'm not a bloodsucking creature. Better are mosquitoes than them,” replied Alarick with a snort, clearly offended. From the expression on his face, June could already tell that Alarick really hated vampires.

“You’re joking, right? You’re just pulling my legs, right?” “No, I’m not. I’m actually one hundred and sixty-nine. I’ll be one hundred and seventy in some months.” Alaric shrugged and walked out of his study. “No way. No way!” She rushed after him and caught up with him. “How are you almost two centuries old?” “I’m a vampire. Vampires live for more than five hundred years.” He replied, going down the stairs. “That’s crazy. You don’t look your age at all. You look between thirty to forty years in human age. Is that a vampire thing too?” She asked as they walked into the living room.

“You weren’t supposed to see that.” “Oh, I wasn’t?” My voice cracked, hysteria creeping in. “What exactly wasn’t I supposed to see? The gunfight? The giant wolves? You fighting like you’re something out of a goddamn horror movie?” He stayed quiet. The silence only made me angrier. “What the hell are you?” I demanded. Alaric met my gaze, something flickering in his silver eyes. Then, he said it. “I’m a werewolf.” A hollow laugh left my lips. “Right. Right, of course. That makes perfect sense. You’re a werewolf. And what am I? In a goddamn dream? A coma?”

It looked like it had already been twenty-four hours. "Ric.." I held his wrist to sense what was going on in his mind, and my eyes widened when I realized that he was planning to steal the royal kid and kill me as well. I quickly left his wrist and moved back. I didn’t miss seeing how he thought that the blood that he drank might belong to Queen Lenora herself. In that case, the amount of power Alaric had was no less than thousands of years old. The vampires older than thousands of years were called Antediluvians.

I just ran into him. “I am sorry, did you just call me your mate?” the stranger asks. Time to play his game, “Yes,” I reply. “I just wanted to be sure. I felt something, like a connection but I did not know what it was. I am a vampire, we don’t usually have mates. Where are my manners, my name is Alaric, but my friends call me Ric,” he tells me.

I run as fast as I can and feel a pang in my heart as I get further and further away from my mate. "Is my mate feeling it too?" I ask my wolf. "Yes," she says sadly. "Don't worry, Jenny. I'll find you another mate, someone who will truly love us. And I have an idea of who it is," I say hopefully. My wolf just nods and we sever the connection. "Oh no," I say anxiously. I sniff vampires. I'm alone. It will be harder for me to eliminate them. Finally, I reach a familiar place in the forest and then I see a vampire. He has black hair, pale skin, and red eyes.

He hadn’t completed his statement when he was suddenly pushed off of me by someone and raising my head, I saw an elder standing behind him, alongside some eavesdroppers. “You might have forgotten what you are, Alaric, so let me remind you. You’re a vampire Lord. Not a King, but a Lord. You’re a freaking vampire lord, Alaric!” He yelled at him and I turned to Alaric who was just getting off the floor. “Gee.:.” “How dare you marry another man’s reject knowing all of this, Alaric?” He asked and the moment his words “another man’s reject” hit me, I felt another surge of energy start to pass through me.

If someone could freeze the ground, time or human, no one would do it better than the vampire himself, Alaric Emrick. He’s a man feared among men. He’s a tall man with raven wavy hair and famous blood-red eyes. Being in his presence almost always means death. His voice alone which could cut thin ice means you’re at the gate of the inferno. His name was simply synonymous with a devil incarnate. Who else wouldn’t shrink before him? Alaric Acheron Lorcan Emrick is the current head of the oldest purest bloodline of vampires in Europe. He is currently the reigning youngest king of the vampire royals [in a millennium] at age twenty-four.

she whispered she watched him nod and run quickly away, she made her way further back into the wall into the shadows looking at the movement and shift of the crowd “alex who...?!” dius said holding on to the bloody body of one of his people red eyes let out bloody tears as they all watched “he’s coming” was all the vamp got out before his form began to turn to ash

Mira walked over with the captain, barely bothering to hide the smugness on her face. She glanced down at me lying on the ground, then looked at Alaric beside me. Alaric had just been pulled back from vampire venom. His armor was half-shattered, the lining soaked in blood, his hair disheveled, his face pale — he looked no different from any wounded warrior. Mira didn't recognize him. Her spine straightened immediately.