Castlevania Alucard Fanart Novels & Stories

Slowly he lost himself, allowing his instincts to takeover. "Blood Judgement," Alucard chuckled crazily and channeled his power into his technique. With a loud roar a bloodied avatar appeared behind Alucard as the huge fist of the giant merged into his. With a bellow Alucard brought his fist down, aiming to crash Tucker.

Before I can reach for the knife hidden under my seat, the driver-side door is ripped clean off its hinges with a deafening screech of tearing steel. The cold night air rushes in, carrying the scent of heavy rain and pure, unchecked carnage. Standing in the alleyway, holding the torn vehicle door casually in one hand, is a tall, broad-shouldered man wrapped in a tailored black coat. Rain drips from his dark hair, trailing down a sharp jawline and over a throat that pulses with terrifying power. Alaric Sterling. The Alpha of the Ravenscroft Citadel, the most feared mafia werewolf lord in all of Ravenshire City.

Warm blood rolled down beneath his torn tunic, and he looked down, before slowly lifting his fingers to touch the cut. When they came away stained red, he laughed a low unsettling laugh. “There she is…” His deep hazel eyes lifted to meet hers, “...so the stories were true.” At those words, his grin returned, and this time, broader than before. “You’re really the little bitch that scarred Alucard’s face.” The muscles in his arm flexed, and with a savage pull, both the weapon and Lillia were pushed back. Pain exploded through her shoulder, yet she drove the poker forward again.

There was no signature. Only a drop of black blood stained the bottom of the parchment. Vaelspire Keep In The Arena Alaric stood beneath the open sky, surrounded by warriors in a circle of black sand. Before him was a feral, corrupted hybrid captured from the Outcast Packs. Over nine feet tall. Foaming at the mouth. Stripped of sanity. It was a test.

He’s ruthless, relentless, tearing through her defenses like they’re nothing more than paper. Seraphine’s lips tremble, but she stays silent. Creed’s claws dig deeper, and then his eyes start to glow, a deep, menacing gold that sends a chill through the room. This is the Alpha Sight of a hybrid; the Sight of the son of a Wolf God. After what feels like an eternity, Creed finally let go, pulling his claws free from her neck. Seraphine collapses to the floor, gasping for breath, her body trembling with the aftershocks of the Alpha Sight. She looks up at Creed, her eyes wide with terror.