Novel & Cerita Castlevania #alucard

She could practice fighting with her brother when he was free. She thought of going back. From afar she could sense three unknown vampires among her family. She increased her pace to reach the castle in time for dinner. When she opened the door to the dining room, she was very surprised to see three vampires staring at her. There was a woman who was of her mother's age and a girl who seemed older than her and beautiful and lastly a boy who seemed Kyson's age. He had blonde hair and sharp features and good-looking for his age. He seemed dangerous but Ingrid could not help but felt drawn towards him.

The murmurs rose among the guests, and then a figure stepped forward beside Dominic, a tall Alpha with dark hair, sharp grey eyes, and a scar slicing through his brow. He grinned, pulling Dominic into a brief, fierce embrace. “To think that you believed that I wouldn’t show.” “Marcellus.” He said, pulling away from the hug. “My bride, and Luna.” “A pleasure to meet you, Aria.” “You know my name.” “Oh, I am not the only one who does. You have caused a little stir around. Not in a very good way, but I believe that you are worth it if your Alpha chose you above all.” He said, smiling.

"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."

Lucia slouched in her chair. “Sit up straight, dear,” her mother admonished. Lucia, knowing her mother would glare at her until she did as told, so she straightened. “He’s a lycan.” Alpha Solomon shrugged as if that explained it all. Visions of being electrocuted danced through Lucia’s mind. She wanted to bang her head against the elegant dining room table, but her mother would probably throw her highly polished silverware at her. “Oh, and he lives in a castle. It’s a reproduction, of course, but quite nice,” Alpha Salvatore added.

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 pointed out a large davenport. I just nodded, and he started walking out of the house. I let myself sit on the couch and waited. After a few minutes of being comfortable on the settee, I heard footsteps outside and opened the door. I saw Alarick holding the lead rope of a sorrel horse. “What is with the horse?” “We’ll ride this horse,” he replied and hopped on. I nodded and sighed. I thought werewolves can run faster than horses?

Other wise, he'd just send his beta to deal with whatever it was that needed his attention. Apart from his own pack members and the ones fortunate enough to meet him, Lucious' face had remain unknown to the supernatural world . Roel gulped down ' What the hell is he doing here?' His eyes landed on the livid Alpha. The rogues all growled at Lucious, baring their ugly fangs at him. " Who's this punk trying to mess with?!" A rogue yelled , his eyes landed on the head of Aeon which had stopped before his feet. The shock on his face slowly morphed into anger.

"He's our alpha. Our leader. Alphas have the power to turn humans. The rest of us are betas, and you are too, now." "I don't understand," I said shakily. "We're werewolves, Hosanna. And you've gotta keep that a secret, you hear me? I've got some contacts for you to hide your eyes." He plucked a lens out of his eye, revealing a burning gold iris. I gasped, flinching. He laughed at me. "What? Yours look just like mine now. So you've gotta wear these contacts to make them look brown, yeah? If you don't, the police will shoot you."

Then, she reached into the folds of her robe and pulled out a small crystal vial filled with golden liquid. "The cure," she said. "One sip, and your Alpha will live." She raised her other hand. In it, a ring—black stone encased in twisted silver. Kendrick could feel the magic humming from it. Raw, ancient. Power unlike anything he had ever felt. "And this—will awaken everything you've buried. Your true strength. The blood in your veins sings of it. The path of the conqueror. The ruler. The heir not of a weak Pack but of something far greater."