Novel & Cerita Castlevania Alucard Dracula

He was one of the most terrifying figures active across the world. The last person beside him pulled down his blood-red cloak, revealing a stunningly handsome man in his early 20s. He had blood-red hair, blood-red pupils, and blood-red fingernails. However, he was no ordinary figure. He was Alucard Ludendorff, a high-ranking vampire archlord.

Doru remained on the balcony and looked mockingly at Bruce. “That toy is useless against me,” he sneered confidently. “These guards may have fallen prey to it because we are of a mutated lineage, but not me. I am Doru, the true and legitimate son of Dracula, Prince of Darkness. His blood runs pure through my veins and I cannot be destroyed.”

Drakes could not help but boast as he stood facing his first maker. “But you and I both know why I am here.” He added. “Yes, you are here to kill me as you did Aladdin, to take my powers like the ability to bestow immortality on anyone, a gift you want to give your Witches,” Alucard replied with a sullen tone, flapping his bat wings as he got down from the cave roof. “After I kill you, I am going to Kill the White Wolf Alpharix next and then finally the White Lion King himself. With all your powers I will be like a god and unstoppable.” Drake answered with greedy consuming his already dark eyes.

“My Alpha, an elder from Howling Moon Pack, is here to see you.” Alpha Campbell’s face creased. What was an elder of Howling Moon coming to his house for? His frown deepened. He'd just sent in more werewolf ladies, what else did he want from him? “Which of the elders?” He asked his man. “Elder Silas Darkthorn.” Immediately he sprung up in his seat. “Silas Darkthorn?” He muttered as he hurried over to the window and from there he peeped. Truly Silas Darkthorn was in the frontage of his house.

"The security system is down. They must have disabled it." "Then we break through." Adam stepped forward, but before he could try, the door exploded inward. Three vampires stood in the smoking doorway. Young, fast, eyes glowing red with bloodlust. "There's the abomination," one hissed, pointing at Lucia. Adam shifted instantly. His wolf form filled the corridor, massive and snarling. He lunged at the vampires before they could move. It was brutal. Fast. Adam's jaws closed around the first vampire's throat, ripping it out. The second one got past him, heading straight for me and Lucia.

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.

He throws the sword to the ground. “I am the Prince of blood. I am terror. The nightmare monsters dream about…” he says as he walks towards the limping demon. He grabs a spear from the ground. Lucifer walks backward and presses his hand forward in attempt to exert his power but to no avail. “Drago…” before Hell’s dweller can speak, Dracula drives the spear through Lucifer’s chest and raises him above the room’s floor. “I am the impaler,” Dracula says and mounts the spear against the wall.

Elsa did her best to repeat the freezing process that had worked only recently, but either she was too weak or Dragomir was prepared for her and had put up a defensive block. Louis struggled under Bruce’s heavy weight until he could struggle no more. Succumbing to the inevitable he stopped fighting and lay still, hoping that by doing so his death would be clean and quick. It was. Bruce’s chest heaved as he pulled his bulk to his feet. He was tired. More tired than he thought was possible. Unfortunately, there, before him stood a vampire who he recognized from our encounter in Las Vegas. It was Dragomir, son of the most powerful vampire in existence, Dracula. He doubted he had the strengt

He pointed out a large davenport. I just nodded, and he started walking out of the house. I let myself sit on the couch and waited. After a few minutes of being comfortable on the settee, I heard footsteps outside and opened the door. I saw Alarick holding the lead rope of a sorrel horse. “What is with the horse?” “We’ll ride this horse,” he replied and hopped on. I nodded and sighed. I thought werewolves can run faster than horses?

The battlefield is painted with the blood of those who sacrificed their lives for their leaders, the saddest reality of wars. Alice was busy looking at her opponent, lost in the moment as seeing a mother-daughter moment, she doesn’t want to show this weak side of her to anyone that’s why keeping her face blank but her human side is more emotional than her Lycan and werewolf side. She was about to turn to look behind when heard Max shouting her name, his face is showing pure expressions of shocked and horror as he is coming running in her direction, but it’s already late for her to take any action when a silver sword come in force about to pierce her heart by none other than her dearest uncle