Castlevania Alucard X Reader Novels & Stories

But that silver wolf grabbed his arm and threw him on his back, saving his life. “Who did this to him?” Julian heard a furious voice from above (as now he was on the ground), and raised his head. A young boy only in shorts was growling at the head of coven, who was trembling in chains. “Remove the pins from her tongue, I want answers.” Alpha Eric’s gaze was fixed at the half human and half dog, an open challenge to the Moon Goddess’s laws. “It’s a nobody, Alpha.” That notorious necromancer was a scared kitten before that silver haired Alpha, Julian’s nerves tightened due to the regal aura of that Alpha.

Alice - Being a Luna was never part of my plan but it was my destiny and now I was loving it. I am Alice Anderson a hybrid wolf with a werewolf father and a mother who was a witch. That makes me special. Not always in a good way. After going through several trials and tribulations I was finally at ease with Lucian. I am Luna of the Crimson Shadow pack and Lucian Blake is my mate. Generally, life was good. I loved living in the pack and there weren't any more death threats.

Cole threw her body down on the ground, and then climbed on the top of her. Her innocent eyes stared up at him while her chest heaved up and down in pleasure. His eyes were glittering as he stared down at her. He had gotten what he wanted. Before meeting Elsa he had thought that he needed a strong, intimidating mate to match his desires and strength. To fulfill his enormous appetite for sexual desires. But as now he stared down at the innocent vixen getting fucked and ravished underneath him, he could not ever have wished for any better match.

Some grief simply had to be carried, not argued away. "Voss," I said finally, turning the name over again in my mind. "She said Voss. That's not a common surname." "No," Rowan agreed. "It isn't." We both understood the implication without needing to speak it fully aloud. Malachar Voss. High Elder of the Council of Alphas. A name whispered by a dying survivor's attacker, moments before slaughtering an entire village loyal to my crown.

"How many men have you had?" I didn’t have a chance to respond as Andrew barrelled forward, grabbing Ashton by his collar and pulling him closer. "What did you just say?" He asked through gritted teeth. "You heard me." Ashton shot back. "And if you want to keep your hand, I suggest you let me go." "Do you think I’m afraid of you?" Andrew continued, standing his ground. "I deal with punks like you daily. You aren’t anything special." As much as I wanted to counter Andrew’s words, I couldn’t. Andrew was a human and therefore didn’t know anything about the world of supernaturals. How could I possibly tell him that Ashton was an alpha werewolf and could easily snap him in two?

Xavier and Ceres sit across from each other, the scroll between them. Xavier (carefully breaking the wax seal): "Feels wrong to open it. Like I'm cracking open someone's grave." Ceres (gently): "Then treat it like an exhumation. Not to desecrate—just to bring the truth into the light." He unrolls the scroll—fine parchment, preserved miraculously—names upon names inked in blood-dark script. Xavier (reading softly): "Narel Flame-Eyed. Caelum Ashwing. Idris of the Second Vein. Eyla Moonvein. Alric Flameborn..."

Her eyes were a radiant blue color, connecting her to the book and its contents. Alaric reached for her but was held down immediately by vines. He grunted and pulled, but they didn't let him move. "Honestly, beginning to hate trees," he mumbled angrily to himself. When he looked back, Odessa had already removed her hand from the book and was coming towards him. The vines holding him slinked away into the shadows. "So I have the Spell of Read of Ivas. Alaric, let's go bring your sister back to life."

He changed the subject. I squinted my eyes but didn’t say anything. He plucked the book out of my hand and adjusted his glasses. It reminded me of Andrew. “Danger clung to him like smoke, yet there was something devastatingly irresistible about the man who hunted monsters for a living,” Alaric read aloud. “Jesus! Vaelora!” He lowered the book and looked at me over his glasses. “Did you write this for a school project or you’ve suddenly picked an interest in fantasy writing?”

I spun around. A huge grey wolf stood on the balcony. Blood on its muzzle. Eyes fixed on me. Not one of Kai's wolves. I could tell. This one radiated wrong. Evil. It started clawing at the glass. Hard enough to crack it. I backed away. Looked for a weapon. Anything. The glass shattered. The wolf jumped through. Shifted mid-air. And standing in my room, covered in blood and smiling like death, was Marcus. "Hello, Aurora," my uncle said softly. "Time to come home." **END OF CHAPTER NINE**

Her fingers tightened slightly as she read. **“To the Lycan King. You have taken what belongs to the Alpha world. Return the girl. Or we will come and take her. Signed, Alpha Kael Draven.”** The chamber erupted instantly. “This is a challenge!” “He’s threatening the throne!” “Does he want war?!” Aurelia’s grip on the letter tightened. Lucian’s voice cut through the chaos. “Silence.” The room obeyed instantly. Lucian stepped forward, his presence overwhelming. His golden eyes burned with something darker now. Not just power. But intent.