Alucard X Reader Novels & Stories

She was the coolest babysitter ever and she was she only one I didn’t actually hate. She was there when I hurt myself playing with the other cubs. She even slept with me before I went to alpha camp. I thought we really had something going and with distance, that tiny crush grew into something more. I thought I would find her waiting for me but, she became Luna, choosing my dad as her mate. I was heartbroken but I pushed the feelings off. Instead, I opted to come out to human university and learn quantum physics. I really didn’t care what it was I studied but it just seemed appropriate as I was reasonably good at it. I went around cheering and talking to people. Well, things were absolutely g

“As I mentioned,” Alaya continued, “our king, Karadeylis, is a great mage.” Her tone grew more serious. “He has ruled these lands for centuries—many generations of people have lived and died under his reign. How exactly he came to power remains a mystery. Some say he murdered the previous royal family and took their place. Others insist he’s one of their secret descendants. And there are those who whisper that dark magic was involved—that he’s an ancient alpha werewolf himself. That theory isn’t far-fetched—some mages can take on other forms and become dual-natured beings. Whatever the truth, it’s long been buried under centuries of rumors. What matters is that Karadeylis has remained the ru

The air inside smelled of burnt hydraulic fluid, ozone, and the bitter, coppery trace of the slaughter that had just concluded at the broken gates below. At the center of the command floor, Alpha Raymond stood behind a massive horseshoe desk of polished ironwood. He was a hulking, broad-shouldered Lycan, his short dark fur heavily laced with grey, his face covered in deep scars from a lifetime of managing the volatile western foundries. He did not wear the ceremonial silks of the Eastern lords or the furs of the Northern elders; he wore a functional, heavy tactical vest over an oil-stained gray uniform. His amber eyes, burning with a desperate, manic intensity, were fixed entirely on the iro

Now that's what I call a fucking challenge. He wants war? He sure as hell is going to get the most vicious war the world has ever seen. I'll hunt him down and tear him to pieces, and I'm going to do it so fucking slowly that he'll have enough time to rethink his whole damn life while the creature he hates the most slowly kills him. I hope he enjoys his fucking nature when faced with a gay Alpha. As the drivers park our cars in one line, the warriors hesitate to leave the vehicles. I don't rush anyone to hurry but reach for my phone and dial that asshole's number.

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.

They both look gorgeous in this picture. I was about to touch it when a book fell on the floor. I grabbed it. It looks old. Curiosity got me, so I decided to open the book. My brows met when the name of that school was written on the first page. But what caught my attention was the letters under that name. Aurelio Forbes. Academy committee. That's…That's my father, right? I flinch when my mom calls my father's name. "Oh, Aurelio… Werewolf…kill…"

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.

She said quietly, "Oh, we already know who you are... or aren't." A full werewolf. Rule number one: do not entertain snide or passive aggressive comments. Biting my tongue, I made sure a smile was still fixed on my face by widening it. I continued, "I would like to know your names." In turns they began introducing themselves. "My name is Alta Scots from the Beastclaw pack, and I am forever at your service, Miss Hilda..." On and on they went until a petite redhead and a tall brunette introduced themselves. "My name's Robyn Wolfe from the Segrid pack, and I am forever at your service, Miss Hilda," said the tall brunette.

I really do not know how much it means to him, but I have also noticed how he spends most of his time caressing it. “I have nothing to do with demons,” he murmurs as he withdraws his hand from mine, once again, touching the ring. “My younger brother is. I only bear his name and title because he is very hideous.” “You bear his name?” The old man smiles and takes his eyes back to his fingers. “Yes. He is Xaulfur, the demon-obsessed. I’m Daymion, the Alpha.”

“That’s why he was out of sorts. We’ll give it some time to see if he comes around.” The triplets looked at Thea and smiled. “Can you guys feel anything when I’m using the gift? Is it noticeable that I’m doing something?” Thea said. “I haven’t noticed anything thus far,” Alpha Ulric said. “Not unless you’re doing something to us,” Alaric said. “Okay,” she said. “I also did something to Alpha Richardson. His brain wasn’t like Xavier’s. There were imbalances, not dead zones. We’ll see what happens there.”