Castlevania Alucard Fanart Novels & Stories

He said, and I smirked before letting out a low growl, calling for the hell hounds who I knew would be the one thing to defeat a death eater. The man frowned before I bit whatever it was that he was holding me with. My eyes turned into a deep shade of red as three doors opened, revealing the hellhounds who were summoned by my command. “What…?” “I, Alpha Arturo de’ Medici, last heir of my blood, summon the hellhounds to kill and drag you to the hell you truly belong in.” I said, glaring at the man whose eyes widened in surprise. “Now, any last words?”

Maven said. “Do you have pictures or anything?” Aurelian asked. “Yes, a few of the pack members sent pictures,” he said, taking another file. He dropped it on the table, and we gathered it. Maven and I gasp. “Goddess,” Felix said. The pictures are terrible; I can’t even recognise the person. Their eyes are pure white, and their skin is black. Then, with red veins all over their bodies, they look hideous. “What is this?” I asked.

Don’t ever dare to make him annoyed. He is the owner of the Multi-Billion Wu Pharmaceutical Company. He is a physician and do surgery ONLY during the FULL MOON. Weird? A while ago, I mentioned that he is known as Doctor Alucard. When you reverse the word Dracula, it will read as Alucard. He also chooses the patient he only wants to treat. Even the oath of being a physician is not a collar to his neck to perform his professional responsibility to society. No one is entitled to give him an order. No ONE!

Damon could practically imagine Draven grinning as involuntarily a smile created on his lips as line went off. “Let’s see what we’ve got here.” Damon mumbled to himself as he took a sharp right turn to outskirts of Zhoutis. **** “A reincarnation spell? I’ve never heard of such magic, My Lord.” Lucifer heard Alaric’s confused voice through the other side of the phone. “Dig deeper, Alaric. There has to be something related to this. Once you find something, I’m one call away.” Lucifer said as he smashed the warrior’s head into the wall as blood splattered across his clothes.

Now curious as to why he was looking at it, I slowly turned to the large frame handing on the wall by a suit of armour. Although partially obscured by the low light, I managed to see what was on the picture. It looked like a painting, depicting a scene of battle—a large werewolf in its true form running towards an army with other wolves following behind it. Somehow, the werewolf had a sort of striking resemblance with Alpha Alaric.

"Who’s moving faster?" My breath caught when he told me everything, eyes widening. I needed to inform my father immediately. The entire wolf line was at risk. what he told me explained the missing werewolves from the other pack and the insider problem Jeremy had warned me about. The witches... the witchers were involved. They were raising the dead. They’d been capturing werewolves, killing them, and infusing them with dark magic to bring them back—along with vampires, making a unilateral army. Those were the creatures I fought in my pack, the horde who had attacked me. That’s why their blood was black, cause they were rotten. The thought of reanimating the dead without a soul, trapping them,

Despite the scary fight going on infront of me, my mind managed to be swamped with many other things, different smells began to hit my nose and the thoughts bothering me were quite unclear. He managed to throw Brenda off balance, sending her sprawling across the ground. He pounced on her, his powerful jaws snapping dangerously close to her throat. Brenda growled and twisted, she twisted free and lashed out, catching him off guard. She took advantage of the momentary lapse, darting away from him and towards the edge of the cliff. She paused, her eyes locking onto mine, filled with a mix of hatred and something else—fear, perhaps? "This isn't over," she growled, her voice rough and menacing, s

As I sensed some movements in the dimly lit alley, a subtle rustling that sent a chill down my spine. Instinctively, I tightened my grip on her hand, preparing myself for the unknown. Four figures materialized from the darkness, their menacing presence unmistakable, they were Lycans. Among them, one stood out, adorned in a reddish-white royal robe that billowed around its powerful frame. Its eyes burned with an intense crimson glow, captivating and unnerving simultaneously. This was no ordinary encounter; I was being ambushed by the infamous Red Fang Pack.

he said and I removed my bracelet. We turned into bats and flew to Romeo's place. We flew to his bedroom and met him sleeping on his bed shirtless. "Let's get started" Albert said and we turned into vampires, we dipped our nails Into his neck, he didn't budge, we made it went deeper, but nothing changed. "Turn into a wolf" Albert said and we turned into wolves, we still didn't have any effect on him. "Tiara, what's happening? who's this person?" Albert asked.

"This is serious. A mark is not easy to remove. It softens even the cruelest people. It calms the worst monsters." "Shut up!" Valker growled. "No one is going to soften me. I'm Valker Arcane. Nothing will make me weak. I need nobody." Jason stumbled backward under the force of his dominance. "Yes, Alpha," he said, lowering his head. The room was filled with so much power that breathing became difficult. Arthur watched them with a quiet smile. "I brought that woman here to get revenge on Darius from BloodMoon. Once I'm finished with her and destroy whatever nonsense that insane mark created between us, I'll send her back to him and demand my payment before attacking him," Valker fumed.