Alucard X Reader Castlevania Mga Nobela at Kwento

I summoned him here Selina and you don't have any right to ask him to leave" Lucien snap. This witch can get on his nerves sometimes, no but all the times "Am sorry Alpha Lucien" Selina cuts in with her usual smile which doesn't look sincere at all "But if you want her to wake up then ask the physician to leave" she add "What do you mean? do you have any solution" "I will only speak when he leaves" "You can leave now Angus" Lucien ordered the physician and he bows down before leaving. He doesn't mind listening to the witch if she can wake his mate up. Then he turn to face Selina with an eager eyes, he just want to see his mate open her eyes.

He gave me and Creed a cheeky grin before moving to go outside. "Yes we will all come to help you," Elias volunteered a little too eagerly. "What are you lazy lot waiting for. Get to loading their car," he ordered, and his siblings grimaced and grabbed their bags before moving to go outside. Outside was the same Jeep Creed and I used on his werewolf investigation. I still needed to figure out why he heard the word Aplha in his head when he stared at that wolf. I stood in front of Creed and we were alone. His eyes were black and then he shut them tightly. "Can you tell me what you thinking?" I asked and he shook his head.

Alice POV Sometimes your own fate plays a trick on you, gives you false hope, shows a beautiful illusion of a perfect picture called life. Promising future. Fairy tales become true and then...... Whoop! The spell broke and so is your heart. Exactly what happened to me. *** I, Alice Michaelson, the most powerful hybrid in the entire realm. Fucking queen of werewolves and Lycans’ realm, Entalia. But At this moment — I’m nothing. Nothing in front of him. Him- Devil. My personal devil from hell.

Alice - Being a Luna was never part of my plan but it was my destiny and now I was loving it. I am Alice Anderson a hybrid wolf with a werewolf father and a mother who was a witch. That makes me special. Not always in a good way. After going through several trials and tribulations I was finally at ease with Lucian. I am Luna of the Crimson Shadow pack and Lucian Blake is my mate. Generally, life was good. I loved living in the pack and there weren't any more death threats.

Her blue eyes find mine “You don’t know that.” “Trust me. No one will touch you.” “How can you be so certain?” “I am the Alpha of Black Forest.” She lets out a laugh. “Is that supposed to mean something?” “It will, after the full moon. But for now, I would like you to meet Lola. Lola is a werewolf too.” “She was bitten, like me?” “Yes.” “You bit her?”

Raising his head from whatever he was doing, he looked at us, a cruel smirk playing on his lips, very relaxed in the chair and clasped his hands. "Why, hello again, Amelia? You're always welcome." He grinned and I wondered what the suspense was and if there was going to be a price that I would pay for this time. Because his smirk was identical to Cassius's and Doctor Goodman was a vampire.

It makes me uneasy. “Come in, reaper, do not lurk.” I walk in at her heavily accented words, pacing my steps with my hands wriggling in front of my belly. Master Xaulfur does not look like he is listening to the witch at all. He still has his chin on his hand, his eyes tightly closed and his jaws clenched. My eyes zoom in on the spread paper only to find symbols, irregular marks and crosses; things that I recognize to be part of a map. I had watched father read them a few times, so no doubt I know them so well.

I pushed the door, expecting it to be locked, but it creaked open, revealing a small room lit by a single candle. The air inside was thick, smelling of dust and old paper. Shelves lined the walls, stuffed with books and scrolls, their edges yellowed. A table sat in the center, cluttered with strange objects—a cracked crystal, a dagger with a wolf’s head hilt, a leather-bound book with no title. My fingers brushed the book, and that warmth stirred again, stronger, like a pulse. I opened it, my hands shaking. The pages were filled with handwriting, sharp and slanted, like it was written in a hurry. Words jumped out—Lycan blood, shadow-born, cursed wolf. My heart stopped. I skimmed faster, catc

Lucian “Brother, the demon realm is no place for werewolves,” Damien said, walking into my chambers reluctantly. “Next time you need me, just summon me.” I didn’t raise my head to meet his gaze. Both my hands still rested on my knees, my head bowed low. “Lucian,” he walked toward me and rested an arm on my shoulder. But I was too deep in thought and confusion to hear anything he was saying. When I finally lifted my head to look at him, he stepped back instinctively, like my presence startled him.

Then, she reached into the folds of her robe and pulled out a small crystal vial filled with golden liquid. "The cure," she said. "One sip, and your Alpha will live." She raised her other hand. In it, a ring—black stone encased in twisted silver. Kendrick could feel the magic humming from it. Raw, ancient. Power unlike anything he had ever felt. "And this—will awaken everything you've buried. Your true strength. The blood in your veins sings of it. The path of the conqueror. The ruler. The heir not of a weak Pack but of something far greater."