Castlevania Alucard Dracula Novels & Stories

- the old man says, hoping to get more of the sale. - Creature, do you know who I am? I am Aurelius, Dracula's right-hand man, Dracula, the father of all vampires. Are you sure you want to piss off my nest? Dracula's nest? In 1 second, I, alone, can destroy your whole pack, feed on your women and take all your children. - the vampire's voice was so commanding and frightening that the foxes whimpered and cowered. – My new offer for the girl is a third of what I paid for the dragon.

He took a big step forward and knelt down in front of them, his voice trembling as he greeted them, "Hi..." His breath hitched, and his eyes brimmed with emotions as he looked at each of them. At this point, Alucard could clearly see their eye color, which matched the forest-green eyes of the royal lycan family. I could only imagine the overwhelming emotions he was experiencing as his hunch was confirmed. "Hello, Daddy," Luciana greeted with a curtsy, while Lumiere and Liutrich bowed politely.

Lucifer balled his fist around the steel bar as he glared furiously at Lucian unable to bear the thought of never seeing Alexa again. "I hate that it came to this but I have no other choice," Lucian said in a regrettable tone, "You simply cannot accept that Alexa chose me, and it'll make you do even more stupid and impulsive things, I cannot let that happen," "You make it seem like I'm the devil and you're some fucking saint," Lucifer glared at Lucian, "You're like me, a fucking monster Lucian, you'll inevitably lose control and kill her," "I'm sorry brother," Lucian lowered his gaze, "I'll find..." He paused mid-sentence picking up a familiar scent. The scent of the Lycan that had haunted t

"You know that it is in your best interest not to lie to me." "Fine." I huff as I am about to toss the damn thing out of the window, yet I continue, "Roberto does perhaps got a case of Blood Lust." "Perhaps? Or does he?" "He does. We are on our way to find him. Alatar is with us at present to show us where we can find him." "Who the fuck is Alatar." I cannot help but chuckle, for I know already what the man's reaction is going to be. "Alatar is a Warlock."

The sound grew distant as though somebody was walking past above her head, and then bright sunlight suddenly burned her eyes almost as badly as the rope was burning her skin. She shied away from the chink of sunlight that beamed in through the open doorway at the top of a flight of stairs and averted her face from it, snarling at whomever’s shadow had been cast over the staircase. “Well, well, look who’s awake,” came an oddly familiar voice, and memory came flooding back to her in such a rush that she instantly jerked in outrage and turned to glare at the Italian werewolf who was making his way down the staircase toward her. His footsteps were languid and confident and even with the harsh su

When I told my parents about it they were excited to tell me the truth about me been a werewolf, and those were my wolf insitinct. My parent had brought me to the pack to celebrate my seventh birthday and that was the same day I lost them. It happened so fast in a full moon, my uncle was the one who had saved me that day; he shift to his wolf state and flipped me over his back and ran as fast as the wind that I was even scared I might swing off from his back. My uncle, Gavin is a beta and my dad's first hand as he was the alpha of the park. He wasn't just my dad's first hand but his close younger brother. His a huge man with a bulky body structure and quite too young for his age.

She saw Adrian in his half-wolf form, standing with red eyes, fangs, and claws out, hair growing on different parts of his body. "It's been a while since I played with my nephew, hasn't it?" Alpha Draven said as he stood up, the wound he had in his chest had stopped bleeding. "I'll give you Handicap Adrian, no enchantments," he said. Draven burst forth, grabbing Adrian by his neck, and smashed him into the wall. The entire mansion shook at the force. Adrian coughed blood, but he held on relentlessly. "Good, you're strong," Alpha Draven said, his eyes turning red as blood as he opened his fangs to bite Adrian, but Adrian kicked his jaw with his knee pushing his father backwards.

Far away, a single violin string quivered, then held, a drawn breath waiting to be spent. Dracula let my wrist go. The room exhaled. “Very well,” he said, voice soft enough to make the hair at my nape lift. “You want a choice? I will give her one.” He stepped back once, hands at his sides, the dark around him drawing closer like a cloak. His eyes were no longer crimson; they were something colder, a winter metal polished too bright. “Evelyn,” he said without looking away from Elias, “ask yourself which of us is lying to you.”