Novel & Cerita Castlevania #alucard

After that, he would shrink and then die. My mind was briefly diverted to Godiva. I felt happiness even though I was fed up with this vampire. I could still calmly deal with the ignorant vampire who would not talk about Sanguine Shadows; it was because of Godiva. “I have no patience with him, Al.” “What are you going to do to him, Alpha Castor?” “See to it.” I raised my left hand into the air. Within seconds, my hand turned black with sharp, elongated nails. I stepped steadily toward the vampire and bent down to look at his face.

He looked like he was slowly losing his mind. "What do you want from me? Let me go!" I screamed but the man only laughed. As if on cue, the evil Alpha walked into the room. His laughter echoed inside the room and merged with the mad scientist's. He came to a stop over my bed and looked down at me. "I told you was going to uncover the secrets of your vampire blood and I will use it to my advantage. I will use it to conquer the world," he stated. I started crying again. "Why won't you just leave me alone? Leave me! Let me go! Let me go!" I screamed.

He knew their paths would diverge, their destinies forever apart, but the memory of their intimate encounter would forever be imprinted upon his immortal soul. With a final, longing glance, the vampire silently departed, melting into the shadows with a blend of longing and melancholy. Amira stirred from her slumber, her eyes fluttering open, as if awakening from a dream. A radiant smile graced her lips, unaware of the nocturnal visitor who had gifted her with an awakening, both sensual and profound. ________________________________

“Her name’s Lisa Adrian. She was caught in the woods—thought she was a witch at first. She’s not.” Alex raised an eyebrow, waiting. He knew me well enough to sense there was more. “She’s a vampire,” I said, keeping my voice low, though the room was soundproofed against prying ears. “Alireza Firouzja’s daughter.” His reaction was immediate—eyes widening, a sharp curse slipping past his lips. “What the hell. You're sure this isn't a trap. A vampire? Here? And Firouzja’s blood, no less.”

Who was crying, her hands were dripping blood and there was a man beside her who was holding her not to fall to the ground. "Evangeline!" Abu whispered and a member of angels cane down the skies and he saw Kram. "Archangel," he said in a soft voice as he faced him. Kram glanced at him and he saw Kram's face filled with sorrow. "We're too late! They already multiply," he said and Abu felt a pang in his heart as he watched Evangeline who was trying hard to stop his son who became obsessed with power and in wanting to rule the world. He saw Evangeline running towards her son who was fighting with his father at the top of a rooftop of a huge building, but then another vampire came in front of he

"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.

He looked at me with disappointment. "How many times would I have to tell you this Amaya, I would never in my life hurt you." "How am I even supposed to stick with that when I don't even know your name?" "Faire enough." He chuckled. "My name is Damon." Damon, that's a nice name. Wait a damn minute. "Damon Salvatore?" I questioned. Even though they looked nothing alike, I couldn't help myself from asking. I mean what a coincidence this was. Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon.

My mind however spirals as it always does and I am on the verge of a panic attack when the door to our room slams open. A cold rush of wind blows past me causing the fire to strain against the sudden breeze, I hear Zylith whip up in bed behind me and I open my clenched eyes. Before me stands Alucard in a tight black button-down shirt tugged into his perfectly fitted black pants and black belt. He is at least two steps away but his large frame with broad shoulders and slightly slimmer waist leans in, creating a looming shadow. Red glowing eyes focused on me. The shadow he creates in the room is larger than that of his build.

Seraphine echoed, confusion etched across her face. Lyra leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with intrigue, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Alaric Vortemont. The vampire. He’s the one with those molten-silver eyes, always looking like he can peer into your very soul and tear it apart. He’s heir to one of the oldest vampire bloodlines in the world.”

Duran and Valko rushed out to us in their wolf forms, breaking the bedroom doors down while Clarke, Roger, and Shelly huddled together, comforting each other. We outnumbered the vampire, so he backed away now out of fear. “Good puppies,” he snickered. “I was only playing with you. I wasn't gonna hurt the girl,” he gulped. But I could smell his lie. I crawled up towards him and I guess he saw the look in my eyes, that I was gonna kill him. “I'm Alec, Lazarus's brother,” he barked out and my paws stopped. I sniffed the air and could tell he spoke the truth.