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Drake growled. Suddenly, his eyes turned red; he was fuming mad as he transformed. He runs towards the rouge, who transforms into a werewolf and mercilessly scratches his back. He wasn’t contented; he attacked the rouge, and then Drake beheaded the rouge until it transformed into a human, lying on the ground, lifeless. They fought the other rouge and howled angrily. “That’s for poisoning my stray!” Drake gritted his teeth as he beheaded them all. Beta Dillon picked up the poison's antidote and gave it to the alpha.

"She was the one who told me what werewolves were really called and why they decided to do such things." "According to the story, werewolves attack part of humans to blood beings, to..." he nodded. "That's a falsehood that writers accommodated to their whim. The truth is that the Unticinak are beings that protect the blood beings. They don't have that much difference from all of them, Elijah. Both the Unticinak and the vampires are souls that remain attached to the same being to whom they were sold." "He doesn't say that in any book. I'm disappointed that they lie like that," Za laughed a little at his indignation. "That doesn't make me laugh."

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.

I am about to continue my speech when a strong black wind enters from the entrance and then stops in a small tornado in the center of the room; from this slowly appears a tall man with a scarred face. “Who are you to enter my castle?” “A friend—my name is Silver.” The enemy of the creatures of light. “What a surprise...to what do I owe your visit?” “Prince Vlad, I know what your dealings are with the wolves and surely you know the whole story about me and my war—you and I have a common enemy, the Alpha Darren...join me in this war and he will disappear forever.” Smiling at this nice thought, I stand up after grabbing a spear from behind the throne and throw it at him.

He looked like he was slowly losing his mind. "What do you want from me? Let me go!" I screamed but the man only laughed. As if on cue, the evil Alpha walked into the room. His laughter echoed inside the room and merged with the mad scientist's. He came to a stop over my bed and looked down at me. "I told you was going to uncover the secrets of your vampire blood and I will use it to my advantage. I will use it to conquer the world," he stated. I started crying again. "Why won't you just leave me alone? Leave me! Let me go! Let me go!" I screamed.

He walked into the room, his boots crunching on the glass. Lucas groaned from the corner, trying to stand up. "Who... who are you?" The intruder didn't even look at Lucas. He lifted a heavy, booted foot and kicked Lucas in the chest, sending him crashing back into the drywall with a sickening crack. The man turned his gaze to me. His eyes were glowing. Not the yellow of a normal wolf. Not the blue of an Alpha. They were Red. The color of fresh blood. The sign of a Lycan King.

“Alaric Vortemont. The vampire. He’s the one with those molten-silver eyes, always looking like he can peer into your very soul and tear it apart. He’s heir to one of the oldest vampire bloodlines in the world.” Mina jumped in, her tone smooth yet serious. “Then there’s Kade Thorne, the brooding werewolf. Tall, dark-haired, forever shoving his hands in his pockets like the universe has offended him. He’s Alpha-born, dangerously quiet, a real liability if you annoy him, especially on a full moon.” Caleb smirked, thrilled to add his piece. “And let’s not forget Damien Drakaris, the dragon. With his golden eyes and a sharp smile, it’s like he’s always plotting how to set the world ablaze. His f

My mind however spirals as it always does and I am on the verge of a panic attack when the door to our room slams open. A cold rush of wind blows past me causing the fire to strain against the sudden breeze, I hear Zylith whip up in bed behind me and I open my clenched eyes. Before me stands Alucard in a tight black button-down shirt tugged into his perfectly fitted black pants and black belt. He is at least two steps away but his large frame with broad shoulders and slightly slimmer waist leans in, creating a looming shadow. Red glowing eyes focused on me. The shadow he creates in the room is larger than that of his build.

After the powerful clash, there was silence for a brief period until a raucous laughter shook the ears of Lilith and her master Lord Dracula. They recognised the owner of the voice instantly. And immediately, both of them had sore expressions on their faces. “Hahaha!” Alucard shot out of the dust cloud that had formed from his clash with Tucker. His expression was full and his cheeks ruddy. His pale skin finally had some blood beneath it. His lips were stained red with his own blood, and his arm lay limply at his side. It was twisted to a weird angle, yet crazed look was still in his eyes. It almost seemed like he felt no pain. And from the way he was acting it was indeed that way

Don’t ever dare to make him annoyed. He is the owner of the Multi-Billion Wu Pharmaceutical Company. He is a physician and do surgery ONLY during the FULL MOON. Weird? A while ago, I mentioned that he is known as Doctor Alucard. When you reverse the word Dracula, it will read as Alucard. He also chooses the patient he only wants to treat. Even the oath of being a physician is not a collar to his neck to perform his professional responsibility to society. No one is entitled to give him an order. No ONE!