Castlevania Alucard Dracula Novels & Stories

He had waited over thirty years, he wouldn't waste a minute. As he raised off his stake, ready to attack the defenseless creature, the door suddenly opened and two huge vampires walked in. Marco and the vampire King were already transformed into the evil creature that they were. Their fangs were out, revealing their glory to the shocked man. With their protruding ears and red eyes, Matthew knew there was no way he'd survive what was about to happen. The vampire King quickly attended to both Bella and Adonis while Marco faced the Hunter.

“This… this is a part of your story, Amelia. A story that even I didn’t fully understand.” I felt Levi’s hand on my shoulder, steadying me as I tried to process what he was saying. “What do you mean?” I managed, my voice trembling. Alpha Cedric leaned back in his chair, his gaze distant, as though he were being transported back to a time long ago. “I was on patrol, years ago, when I encountered a woman… She was running, terrified and covered in blood. She carried a child—a baby girl, wrapped in a red cloth with an emblem sewn into it. The emblem of the Red Lycan Family.”

she offered. “I’ll make the reservation.” Castellana shook her head. “I will make the preparation and you will only wait for my call–” “Alpha!” Their conversation came to an abrupt stop upon hearing Vivien’s scream. Castellana insisted that Calvin remained in her room before she stepped out and found Vivien checking on Alaric, who just passed out on the living room floor. She noticed the black marks that were crawling up to half of his neck had made their way on his jaw—it was getting worse.

His movement now seemed unnatural, like he was under a spell, like she was controlling him. “Kill them all or get yourself killed in the process.” She uttered, an eerie smirk on her face. Before I could make sense of what she had just said, she fell back through the window, dissolving into mist as she fell, like she was never there in the first place. Victor turned to us, his eyes fixed, filled with determination, no emotions behind the voids that were his eyes. Then it clicked. She had just instructed him to kill us! He shrilled loudly and shifted into a wolf, stalking toward us like his life depended on it, his movement jerky and eyes glowing with the same strange hue of blue she cast on h

This was the Blackthorn Boarder. Back at Red Hollow, they told us terrifying stories about this place just to keep us from running away. They said the leader here, Prince Alaeric, was a monster. They called him the "Shadow Prince" a Lycan with blood so dark and powerful that he could crush a normal wolf just by looking at them. "If you cross that line," my stepmother used to sneer, "Alaeric will rip your throat out before you can even beg for mercy. He doesn't take prisoners. He only takes lives."

It was an exquisite torment, a dance of surrender and yearning. The vampire's fangs, unveiled like secrets shared between lovers, gently pierced her supple flesh. A sigh, laden with pleasure rather than pain, escaped Amira's lips, as if embracing a hidden union that bridged the realms of darkness and desire. It was a union forged in the alchemy of their souls. With each languid pull, the vampire savored the intoxicating elixir that flowed forth, mingling his immortal essence with her vibrant life force. The exchange was not solely sustenance but an enchanting pas de deux, a symphony of passion interwoven within their intertwined destinies.

My father takes a quick glance at us before gesturing to us to take our respective seats. He is sitting relaxedly, leaning comfortably against the soft cushion of his specially designed chair. He is tall- a bit taller than my mother, with a perfect build. His short yet thick black hair is swept backwards. In addition to his perfect look, he is wearing rimless glasses, making him look a hundred times more confident and charming. You can never guess that this handsome vampire is thousand years old. He is Harvey Judson, the merciless, righteous emperor, the sun of the vampire world.

Alder screams in my face. “Huh? What?” I ask him, and he frowns. “Do you think Rocky fell in?” He asks, then he looks around. “I mean, I don’t see any floating dead bodies…so maybe he just left it?” I lick my dry lips, trying to make sense of what Alder is saying and what I fear has happened. Rocky is the big, bad Lycan King. He kills like those attacking him are a nuisance and not a threat… He can swim. He has to know how to swim, right?

Lucian took a deep breath and looked at the picture in front of him, saying with great sadness "Your grandfather, Edward, Amelia's father, was the king of the vampires, and my father was the king of the werewolves, and there is an old blood feud between them. My father, to take revenge on the king of the vampires, took advantage of me and killed your mother, Amelia." He stopped talking and looked at Ethan, who was looking at him with anger and disbelief “You're kidding me, you're lying to me, are you trying to trick me?” Lucian smiled very bitterly and looked at his child who was standing in front of him angrily

When the movements inside the castle begins to increase, I look at Drake. “How long until sunset?” I ask him. “Twenty minutes.” I stand and Riley comes to stand beside me. “Is it time?” Riley asks. “Nearly,” I say seeing ten auras race out of the castle. I blast them, hearing their screeches as they turn to dust. “If they didn’t know before, they do now,” Alpha Leonardo says behind us. We hear the ear-piercing screech of a vampire calling to his clan inside the castle, preparing for battle.