Alucard X Reader Castlevania Novels & Stories

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.

Chills crawled all over her body making her to subconsciously swallow. She looked at Raphael whose eyes were locked on something at the far end of the room Alena followed his line of sight and gasped as she saw him. The Alpha. His eyes were blood- shot red as he stood there, glaring dangerously at them. He let out a deep growl, as if he was warning them not to come any closer. " Lucious?" Raphael called out in shock as he saw the Alpha. He had never seen Lucious' wolf so livid like this before.

With Calypso defeated, the enchantments imprisoning Lola, Evin, and Lara dissipate, freeing them from their captivity. Relief washed over them as they joined Erin and an injured Duncan, happy and mingling with awe at the sight of the Fanged Gods. Thorlon, the mighty Fanged God, stepped forward, his gaze meeting Erin’s with solemn intensity. In a voice that resonated with ancient power, he revealed the truth that had aunted her for so long: Alpha Mirthon, Duncan’s father, was the werewolf who had taken Darcy’s life, her first beloved human soul mate. And now, Darcy had returned, reincarnated into Duncan, the son of his murderer.

I read intently, nodding at every detail. Then I turned to Ariana’s story, the first Luna of Cassius, who had died mysteriously. My heart skipped when Cassius stirred, cracking his knuckles. Shock jolted through me as I dropped the book to the floor, ready to shove it under the bed if he opened his eyes. But he didn’t. I picked it back up and continued reading. “A Generous American Werewolf Who Became the Female Ruler of the Blood Moon Pack Dies Tragically After Two Years of Reign.”

My heart was hurting the more I listened to this conversation. “Share? With you? What drug are you on?" Velyana said to her as she laughed in derision. I didn't raise my head because I didn't want to be involved in it. The room suddenly went silent, and I caught people rising to their feet from the corner of my eyes, and I did the same. The Lycan Alpha was probably here. As I lifted my head, I locked eyes with Lycan Alpha Zephyr. He didn't blink; there was no warmth in his gaze, but I couldn't bring myself to look away. He didn't look away for a while until he was forced to.

Duran and Valko rushed out to us in their wolf forms, breaking the bedroom doors down while Clarke, Roger, and Shelly huddled together, comforting each other. We outnumbered the vampire, so he backed away now out of fear. “Good puppies,” he snickered. “I was only playing with you. I wasn't gonna hurt the girl,” he gulped. But I could smell his lie. I crawled up towards him and I guess he saw the look in my eyes, that I was gonna kill him. “I'm Alec, Lazarus's brother,” he barked out and my paws stopped. I sniffed the air and could tell he spoke the truth.

I looked up at him and let myself believe it, just for a breath. Damien Cross stood above me on the raised stone platform, moonlight carving hard lines down the side of his jaw, his eyes gone the color of amber caught too close to a flame. My mate. My Alpha. The same boy who used to press stolen honeycomb into my palm before pack politics taught him to measure every single word before it left his mouth. He wasn't measuring anything now. He wasn't saying anything at all, and the not-saying went on a beat too long.

I gestured toward the general direction where I assumed Damian was, hidden by his guards. “This is Celeste, my Luna.” He shoved his hand out of his little shield and took Celeste’s. “Ah… young and full of life, I see. The mighty Alpha couldn’t have chosen better. It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance, milady.” I pictured him bowing behind the facade. “Same.” Celeste smiled and gently pulled her hand away, tucking it into mine almost immediately. I smiled down at her. “Young love.” Damian sighed dramatically. “I am off to find a circle that suits my interests. I wish you two everlasting strength and blessings.”

Shadows appeared from the corners and took shape—spirits. Werewolves in torn armor, faces twisted in agony, eyes like black holes. Dozens of them, floating inches off the floor. Their fur moved in a wind we couldn’t feel. One stepped forward. He looked younger than the rest, his body burned down to the bone, mouth stitched shut with silver wire. The wire split open as he spoke. “You do not belong here,” he rasped. Elara stepped forward before I could stop her. “I seek the truth.” “You seek death.”

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.