Alucard And Seras Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Alpha Grayson asked as he took a sip from his wine. Her heart immediately dropped to her stomach. She really did not like this attention, and she didn't want her old pack to see her, at least not right now. “There are a lot of pretty knights here, I have never met that man in my life” Seris said as she switched places with Celestia, who was trying to hold in her laugh. “That's your Luna for sure” Alpha Bermorth chuckled. “Selene” Seris wheezed out. She could see Atlas and Sky laughing at her dilemma.

“See just the color of my eyes…. Perfect isn’t it.” A guttural growl escaped Alaric’s throat and he roared, “Serena, I will kill you if you don’t tell me where Sienna is right away!” Brushing her painted nails with the pad of her thumb, Serena said, “Since you are not interested in talking to me, I should leave…” With the flick of her wand, she disappeared leaving a stunned Alaric behind. “F***! How did I mess this up,” He muttered, running his hand through his hair.

At that moment, I heard a voice grinding with pure rage: "Marcus! Marcus, didn't you say Ghostpaw Pack was yours?" I turned to see Serena in her completely disheveled state, still wearing my torn designer dress. She was glaring viciously at Marcus with blood-red eyes, looking like she was about to go completely mad. Her carefully applied makeup was smeared down her face in black streaks. Her hair was a tangled mess. She looked like a woman who had lost everything. "You said you could give me and the child a stable home!" she screamed, her voice cracking with hysteria. "You said you could make me someone important in the pack! You promised me status, wealth, respect!"

“You killed a royal.” Seraphine shrugged and flicked her nails, “No different from the other beasts I’ve killed.” His voice dropped. “She was my sister.” “And she’s dead,” Seraphine said flatly. “Just like every other beast I’ve hunted.” The words sliced. Alaric saw red. Literally. The torchlight blurred. His hand twitched toward his dagger. His entire being demanded her blood in retribution. His wolf wanted something else. He’d deal with that later.

Now that Augustin doesn't seemed to need Paul, there is no need for Paul to insult himself further. Augustin watched Paul leaving. He felt a pang of regret. There is a reason why a mistress is not given much leverage. But he ignored it all. Jessica and Casey looked smug after Paul departure. ....... In Creekwood, the next morning, Serene woke up and left to work early. Dante couldn't take his eyes off her retreating back feeling as if the distance between them is growing. But he doesn't know what to do about it all. Just then, Wesley arrived with his underboss.

In one swift motion, I swung my claws towards Bryan's neck, the sickening sound of flesh tearing and blood spilling echoing throughout the space. Crimson liquid (Bryan's Blood) splattered across the surroundings, including my own face, serving as a macabre testament to the irreversible act that had just occurred. "Nooooooooo!!!! Bryan! Bryan!!" Luna's anguished cry pierced through the crowd, reaching my ears with a painful intensity. Though my heart ached to console her, I knew my duty as Alpha demanded that I remain composed. Thankfully, Ulrich swiftly moved to comfort her, providing the comfort I couldn't offer at that moment.

Moni moaned so loud, going slack, euphoric bubbles of strawberries clouding their little serenity-frowned-upon relationship. Lucus growled, biting the shell of Moni's red ear and sucking the flesh. Moni was moaning feverishly, squirming in the heat of arousal. "Alpha. More. More. Please." She sniffled, pushing the arch of his back to meet Lucus. To feel its curve pocking her bared-ass cheeks.

I muttered. The unknown male voice spoke again, his words carrying a sense of determination. "Your mate's love will awaken a dormant power within you, Serena. You will Embrace it, for it is the key to defeating Amanda's darkness." "I will find Amanda, my sister," I declared, my voice resonating with unwavering conviction. "But mating with a werewolf? That I may not be able to do in this world or the next." With those words, I stepped forward, my hand outstretched to touch the first painting. The canvas seemed to come alive beneath my fingertips, secrets unfurling with each stroke.

And obviously, he ruled them, that shouldn't still stop my vision. “Is everything alright, Sera?” Alpha Kael asked and I realized I’d been staring at him for several minutes. “Just tired from training,” I said quickly, dropping my gaze to my plate. But even as I looked away, I could feel his eyes on me, studying me closely which made my skin prickle. It was like he could see right through me, past all my pretenses and walls, straight to the core of who I really was. I found myself increasingly obsessed with this mystery. What made him so different from everyone else in the pack?

His foul presence isn’t helping, but for whatever reason, he’s prowling restlessly within me, scratching the surface for something I haven’t quite figured out yet. Not that any of it should matter now – Sera is avoiding me. Again. That seems to be the only logical explanation for her absence. And it stings; maybe because I’d convinced myself that Saturday had been different, that she’d smiled at me like I wasn’t the bane of her existence, and the sparks in those green eyes never once faded from my memory since then. I'm the Alpha prince, from a lineage of powerful werewolves, yet one human girl consumes my mind like she owns it, like it was only ever hers to begin with.