Alucard X Trevor Novels & Stories

"Why are you trying to spoil the fun? The thing is in two hours. We have more than enough time." Chances are that Alec wants to leave because he doesn't want anyone finding out the truth about us. I hope they leave, too. I just want to go home, eat the cake I baked myself last night, and forget this day ever happened. But no, Trevor doesn't want to stop hunting me. He enjoys bullying me more than anyone else in his group. He feels so superior because his father is the Beta of our pack and he's next in line. I can't imagine what will happen to Omegas like me when he's in charge. He hates Omegas with his entire life force.

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.

Tristan placed a hand on Trevor's shoulder, making Trevor turn his head to look at him. “It's not worth arguing with her,” Trevor said, shaking his head. “Adrian is saying nothing about it; why should we continue to defend his mate?” Tristan and Trevor hadn't helped Luna when she went out to fight off the creatures herself. He still felt bad about it, though, wondering if she was going to forgive him. The T brothers were from a neighboring pack called ‘Cruster Toon.’ They were more like siblings to Lunar Crest. Since Luna had left the dungeon, Trevor hadn't been in contact with her. She had been indoors and hadn't visited their pack.

"I know you want to be the Alpha king of the Thorn-Claws Pack." "How did you know about that?" "Magnus had worked together with Alistair to kill Luperca and Alucard... I'm sure you know who they are, right?" he asked. "The traitors who ran away to be together. Luperca is part of my pack, but I don't know who Alucard is," Ryker said. He doesn't know who my dad is? I thought he said he was friends with my dad? If he doesn't know who my dad is, how come he had a picture of him?

Blood sputtered all over the dungeon, Trevor growled in anger and teleported away from the frother place he had come to the place to study his powers and find a way to defeat him, she thought he wouldn't find out about her but she lost to him. Trevor had read all these from her mind, so the killers of his parents were finally freed from hell. He laughed evilly because they were coming to get a more tragic hell than his mother locked them up in. Gore memories flashed in his head from years ago, the pain! All he felt was pain. ~~~~~~ Outside the king's room. "He is growling loudly, this isn't good. He has to do something." Alistair mumbled with a worried expression on his face, his black eyes

He wasn't saying anything at all, and the not-saying went on a beat too long. "Damien." I kept my voice soft, the way I always had for him, just for him. "It's time." Something crossed behind his eyes. Not love. Not even hesitation, which might have hurt less. Guilt. I understood half a second before his mouth opened, and understanding did nothing at all to soften what came next. "I, Alpha Damien Cross," he said, and his voice didn't shake, didn't crack, didn't do a single thing a voice should do in the act of destroying someone, "reject Dara Adeyemi as my Luna and my mate."

“He’s taking control, piece by piece. Silas won’t force the bond onto his own daughter, whatever else he’s willing to do. Damon doesn’t share that hesitation. He’s already recruiting wolves who agree with him, wolves tired of losing slowly, wolves who think Silas’s mercy is going to be the thing that finally kills what’s left of Ravenwood.” The hall went very still. “How close is he to acting,” Cassian asked sharply. “Close enough that I ran the second I realized what he was planning, because I couldn’t stomach being part of it,” Marcus said. “I’ve spent thirty years serving a debt to a broken pack, but I never signed up to help someone drag a girl to her death because her own father wouldn’

"This bond web would feed the transformation faster than anything he has taken before. That is why he looked at you like a feast." Draven's fists clenched, and this time he did turn, stepping toward me with some dangerously looking accusations in his eyes. "So we are not just fighting an Alpha. We are fighting a parasite that learned to wear an Alpha's shape, and you're telling me this now, after Kai's already bleeding out on a pillar?" "I'm telling you the moment I know it," I shot back. "Would you rather I guessed?" He didn't answer. His silence was worse than shouting.

I challenged. "Where is your uncle and how is he doing?" He said in a whispery voice. My eyes widened immediately when he asked that question. "What did you see, Aldres?" I demanded. "You can't change fate, Alpha Killian. You can't," said Aldres. "You can't challenge death." Immediately, I pushed him aside and ran out of the pack. "Bring a car and come after me right now, Trevor!" I yelled as I kept running. I had gone about two hundred meters before Trevor chased me with a battle wagon. It wasn't what I needed, but I could make do with it.

ELARA POV Tuesday morning arrived with a stillness that felt entirely different from the day before. The memory of the kiss remained in the space between us, an unspoken shift that neither of us acknowledged when we met in the kitchen. Alaric was at the island, his laptop open, his tie perfectly knotted once more. The vulnerable man from the night before had been neatly tucked away beneath a fresh charcoal suit. "You're taking the car today," Alaric said, his voice flat as he kept his eyes on his screen. "Marcus is driving. No arguments."