Alucard Novels & Stories

Christian asked. Moratia nodded. “This world also knows him by another name — Ruin.” “That dark wizard?” “That piece of shit!” Levi and Christian spoke at the same time. “I don’t know everything about his variable identities and changing reputations in this world. But in all the lives I had lived, he had remained constant for me,” Moratia said. “Lives?” Alpha King narrowed his eyes.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

make that infernal racket stop. I felt his leg shift beneath me, but the claw I held didn't move. A talon from his opposite appendage pushed, rolling me sideways, but I held tight. He lowered his head and one red eye gazed directly into mine. "Stupid human female named Acasia. Beg for your life." The gruff voice sounded in my head. My stomach rolled again, but I managed to speak. "Why should I beg when I can no longer take the smell? Dying would be a blessing." A low groan left my mouth.

Something tells him this is going to be a fun semester. Daemon is an alpha werewolf who doesn't know he's an alpha yet, he is the chosen Wolf that will end the ongoing war between Demons and vampires but his father is unsure about this so he sends Daemon to live with his uncle called John who is also a werewolf but a beta.. John is burdened with the task of protecting Daemon and training him to be a stronger werewolf "Marcus little pup is going to be a handful" John said as he stepped out of his convertible Impala, He walked in to see Daemon sitting with his feet on the table

“Tell me what would it take for you to not leave me?” Vishous growled angrily. “I am the alpha of this pack. I can give you anything you desire.” “I am just going to accept the God’s wish.” Maya replied. Her reply bothered him so much that his wolf started crawling on the surface of his chest to let it out. To let it show Maya what it wanted her to do. Vishous stayed silent for a minute but the line of his patience had already been crossed.

I nodded again, he shrugged and complied. Alik was watching the scene very intently. André said a few words in creole that I did not understand and Kaden repeated them as best he could. “So,” said Kaden a few seconds after they were done. “What is this about?” “I heard they call you the Hellhound,” said André. “I’m a witchdoctor. The underworld is my prowling ground. I thought you might enjoy the real thing,” he said flipping the top of the box off completely.

An eerie, malevolent laughter filled the air as a figure emerged from the shadows. Alaric, a formidable werewolf with fur as black as the night, stood at the edge of the clearing, his eyes blazing with an unholy fire. "We shall see," he sneered. "I will crush their love and claim the Celestial Relic for myself." Without warning, Alaric lunged towards Luna and Elias, his speed unmatched. Luna barely had time to react, summoning a shield of light to protect herself and Elias. But Alaric was relentless, his claws tearing through the protective barrier.

A growl rippled through the line. “This is our home,” I continued, my voice growing louder, steadier. “Our families. Our pack. That thing in the mist? That is not our Alpha. That is not our blood. I am your Luna. Damon is your Alpha. And we are still standing. We are all going to stand, we are all going to fight until the very end of this, no matter what is to happen.” I pointed to the creatures writhing at the treeline.

His voice changed when he said Arik’s name, when he spoke to him, a yearning, incredulous softness that made my chest clench up. “What, you trust him but not me?” Nate sputtered, his voice going high and annoyed. “He’s my ex, not Arik’s, and even if he is supposedly your brother, which sounds like bullshit, Arik’s a freaking necromancer—” Arik cut him off with, “Fuck you, Nate!” But I almost didn’t hear it under two deep, menacing growls. Calder’s. And Ian’s. I’d have known those growls anywhere. Nate let out an “Eeep!”

Those cold eyes can penetrate your soul, and rip you whole. Those strong hands can crush your bones, without an ounce of remorse. He doesn't harbour weaknesses, he doesn't make friends. Alone yet the strongest, he is the untouchable He is Zander, The Lycan King" Seph's pov I hear my heart thumping in my chest as I push aside people. Eager to reach him. Hades' screams echo in the school house but no one dared to interfere. I reach the front and people move back from me automatically, making efforts to not touch me.