Alucard X Reader Novels & Stories

He was really out here pulling the ‘big strong Alpha who doesn’t cry’ card like I didn’t just see the man holding me like I was the last breath in his lungs not even five minutes ago. “Damon,” I called out, my voice sharp but small, hoping he’d just stop for a second and look at me. He didn’t. He kept talking like he was reading his own edgy mafia romance cover. “I have carved out throats with my claws. I have torn apart packs. I’ve silenced men with one look. Crying?” He let out a short, dismissive sound. “Please. I do not have tear ducts. I have shadows. I have darkness. I have—”

Hello! So, Alpha Marcel will have it's own separate book for those who love standalone books, for those who like to keep going with longer books, you can continue the book through Alpha Salvatore (No need to buy the same book twice). I'll have the free chapters of Marcel free here as well. So, without furtherado, let's go! Synopsis: “I, Lia Volkov, reject you…” “You’re being serious right now?” He asked, stopping her. “Do I look like I’m joking?” She asked, her eyes hardening. “I am going to reject you… and you, Alpha, are going to accept it…”

He asked looking nervous again. My mates, the one that carried you is my alpha, His name is Xavier and Damien is my other mate. He is Alpha Reid's Beta. "So your mate isn't the alpha here? " "No, he has Alpha blood but isn't an Alpha by title." He looked at me for a moment then looked down. "They... They don't hurt you? I've... I've never seen Alpha's or Beta's treat an Omega the way I seen them treat you." He said looking at me as if he was waiting for me to tell him it was was all for show and they actually hurt me.

“The thing is, I keep hearing my Alef’s voice. He keeps coming inside my head, and I don’t want to hear what he has to say. He’s the reason my life is this fucked up.” “Who is Alef?” Rissa asked. “He’s my wolf. Or rather, his consciousness that lives inside of me. Every werewolf has it.” “You know you’re still gonna talk to him eventually, right? I mean, come on. He lives inside you. So you may as well just talked with him already.” She advised. “Also, don’t you guys have this—erm, mind link stuff you guys use to communicate with each other?” She asked. “We do.” I replied.

Coal said that a streak of fire hit you. Hari seemed to contemplate for a while then sighed, "yes, here," he pointed at the left side of his chest where the heart was. "It hit me here and I felt like my bones and flesh were being melted. It was a pain beyond what I could bear and I guess that was why I passed out. I don't know how you were able to handle it and it was much much than what came at me. And why did it come after me after all? I'm just a wolf. A mere alpha that is below king alphas and lycans. I'm not a warlock like you or a super wolf," Hari lamented as he looked at Ravi.

I’ll use everything I have if need be, but I’ll live long enough to make sure he’s ready and strong enough. “What’s wrong?” Willow asks from the doorway. I don’t even open my eyes to look at her. Her scent already threatens to rob me of my sanity again, looking at her may just push me over the edge. “Take the book. Go to page one-hundred-and-sixty-three, and read the entry about the Ultima wolf.” I listen to her move around, the soft rustling of pages as she opens the book and starts reading. “What the hell is an Ultimate Alpha?” I smile when she goes quiet and a few minutes later says, “Oh. It’s you.”

“You are quite opposite from what we saw in the textbooks. No wonder Charlotte wanted to repay you so eagerly.” Eric’s eyes popped out to see a hideous, growling monster in the book, named as Alpha Eric in the great war. “I didn’t look that bad in teen aging.” “Yes, we can see that.” Allen pressed Ava’s arm and walked out of the house, they all broke into a fit of laughter. “You have tamed him well, Ava. Sorry, but Allen was a douche bag when I met him last time.” Ava stretched her arms and got relaxed on the couch.

The same man who had walked into my life believing he was untouchable was now standing frozen, unable to even defend himself. Then Alaric's gaze shifted toward me. Something about his stare felt like it could drag someone into the deepest parts of darkness. But I was a writer. I had created monsters, villains, ruthless Alphas, and characters with enough intensity to burn through pages. So instead of fear, I found myself impressed. "Little girl, what is your name?" he asked. His voice was calm, almost gentle compared to the weight of his presence. I lifted my eyes and met his glowing pale blue ones.