Castlevania #alucard Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes, reminding myself of that fateful night when I did the unthinkable just to save her life. Twenty years ago, before my hatred for the vampires and werewolves, I met her father, Alucard, a thousand-year vampire. He had gone into hiding with the woman he loved because his love for her wasn't approved by Raven's father, who is the king of all vampires in Velmora and beyond. Alucard and his lover lived in the woods, and I became friends with them, often visiting. They were really nice and loved each other. They also loved Aria, who was peacefully growing in her mother's womb.

**Alina's POV** Blood splattered across the ground as the vampire's lifeless body crumpled, his severed head slipping from my grasp. The metallic scent clung to the air, thick and suffocating. I barely had time to breathe before another lunged at me, claws slashing through the night. I sidestepped, raking my own claws across his throat. A gurgled hiss escaped him as black blood oozed down his chest.

Zelda. Brenda's hands tightened on my shoulders. "Remember what I said? It ends here," she hissed. I swallowed hard and fretfully turned back to look behind me, I wanted to push her off me but I also knew that any wrong move from me would make the situation worse. Suddenly, A car screeched loudly to a halt nearby, distracting Brenda momentarily. As she turned, a stranger emerged—a man with blazing golden eyes. My gazes locked on his, and a surge of energy coursed through me. Strength I'd never known surged through my limbs.

My eyes shot open, and in walked a man who seemed to have stepped out of some kind of mythological book. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and every bit as imposing as the rumors had described. His features were striking enough that I almost forgot to breathe. If anyone could have been mistaken for a Greek god, it was him. His aura was captivating. This was no ordinary man; this was the Alpha of the Bloodfang Pack—Lucian Draven himself. And I was about to meet him. Lucian’s piercing blue eyes flicked from me to Aaron’s hand, still resting on my hair. The change in his expression was instant—his eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched in a silent display of irritation.

He rose then, slow and measured, and walked a few paces toward the window overlooking the dark grounds outside the castle. “The death of a son of war has consequences,” he said. “Politics, bloodline loyalties, divine attention. Some of those consequences will not remain on campus.” Celeste didn’t miss the warning hidden in the statement. “I’m aware.” Alucard turned slightly. “Are you prepared?” Her reply came immediately. “I would not have come otherwise.” For a brief moment, something like approval crossed his face. “Good.” *** When the formal questions were finished, the atmosphere shifted a degree.

"You can't kill what's survived for five hundred years." "Everything can be killed," Marcus said quietly. "You just need to know how." Ivy looked up. "What do you know?" Marcus exchanged a glance with Dominic. "My family has... records. Histories of the old Alphas. Including Lucian Drăculești. He's not just a vampire-wolf hybrid. He's something else. Something darker." "Explain."

"I will kill you slowly, lycan. So slowly that you beg me to end your life." "You? I thought you needed some of your Alpha friends to kill me?" Edward Adler opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by a loud howl from a distance, the sound making my previously normal heart beat even harder. I can smell a new, very familiar smell to me. Adler looked around us trying to hear the sound of someone running towards us. Suddenly his gaze was over his shoulder so I could see too. Alex was standing several tens of meters behind us. He was only wearing dirty jeans, but what made my blood almost freeze were his eyes. His eyes, which were usually brown in color, now turned golden with a deep black core

My head snaps up and our eyes meet for a fraction of a second, then his lips are on mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth and his body so tight against mine that you couldn't slide a piece of paper between us. We're so wrapped up in one another, that we don't hear them come, I didn't even know we were this close to the border, but suddenly he's ripped from me, the sudden cold replacing the heat of his body and when my eyes focus, I see a group of six werewolves, four in wolf form, two as humans, both of whom are dragging Abaddon backwards. The closest wolf shifts back to his human form, a disgusting leer on his face as he stands in front of me, too close, so I'd have to touch him to go anyw

He grumbled a little before muttering incoherent words beneath his breath, but I caught most of it. "...always frolicking... is that what all women without wolves do..." My body went rigid. The words had pierced right straight through me. I looked down at the man who had said it but couldn't make out his face in the darkness. Pulling away from beneath the shelter, I began to walk off. My feet dragged against the ground as tears welled up in my eyes. He is right. Why did Alaric even choose me? Why did he make me his Luna when I was this useless?

The head Alpha Alaric Donovan, the most powerful magnate in the entire werewolf world. I only saw him on the screen. He was definitely #1 World’s Most Handsome Male Werewolf, though personally I would put him up against males of any species. He had crisp black hair and those deep brown eyes typical of an alpha werewolf. He was also something of a mystery, Mr. Alaric, basically a recluse. Interestingly, though, Alpha Alaric’s child had been switched at birth with someone else's child in this very hospital. I overheard it from some of the other nurses.