Castlevania Alucard X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

Eva whispered as she held out the book for Alana to grab. Alana picked up the book and a small smile formed on her face. Alana knew there was no point in reading the book since it was based on Vampires and their Beloveds. Eva had a mate which meant she didn’t have a beloved. Either way, Alana opened the book and began to read to Eva. There was no harm in letting Eva know how the love between vampires worked.

An eerie, malevolent laughter filled the air as a figure emerged from the shadows. Alaric, a formidable werewolf with fur as black as the night, stood at the edge of the clearing, his eyes blazing with an unholy fire. "We shall see," he sneered. "I will crush their love and claim the Celestial Relic for myself." Without warning, Alaric lunged towards Luna and Elias, his speed unmatched. Luna barely had time to react, summoning a shield of light to protect herself and Elias. But Alaric was relentless, his claws tearing through the protective barrier.

Alucard was my friend; we always talked about each other's lives, and never once had he mentioned Ryker's name. The first werewolf he associated with was Luperca, the woman he fell in love with. Something about Ryker didn’t add up. "Lucian… is everything okay?" she asked gently. "I want to meet this Ryker," I said, gulping. "I have important questions for him."

Chapter 23 I tried to struggle against his hold, but Alucard was so strong that he even pinned my hands on each side of me. His closed eyes spoke of his intense focus, his intention clear as his lips sought an entry into my mouth. In a desperate bid for freedom, I sank my teeth into his lower lip, hoping to force him to release me. Yet, his determination prevailed, and as his ardor intensified, I found myself reluctantly closing my eyes, the heat of the moment overwhelming my defenses. I was trapped, caught in the whirlwind of his insistent and consuming kiss.

Delta team had done a lot more recon than that, but this vampire didn’t need to know that. “How old are you?” “Uh, twenty-six?” Xavier said. “No, how long have you been a vampire, son?” “About seven years.” John eyed Xavier, then shifted his attention to Alaric. “What are your names?” he said. “I am Alaric Valko, Alpha of New Dawn. This is my mate and Luna, Thea Lyall. This is Gaia, the eldest high priestess on the west coast, and this is Xavier.”

I put the plate aside as I became angry with him. "This Alpha Raymond Walker from Blackmist, I don't think you two have met." Alpha Xavier, introduces me, I shake my head, and I observe the man standing in front of me. He looks to be in his late twenties, but he still looks handsome as hell. He sports a light blond stubble that complements his blond hair and has piercing honey brown eyes. I reach my hand out and shake his firmly. "My name is Lucy Reed, the beta of the pack." I introduce myself.

I hated it. Kael stared at the scorched seam. “A test.” “Of what? Me? You? The dirt?” “Yes.” “Kael.” He finally looked at me. The silver in his eyes wasn’t just light. “Rovan is a binder,” he said. “Wolves. Heat. Fear. He ties what isn’t his and pulls.” “So untie it.” His mouth twitched. “Working on it.” “Don’t get cute.” “I’m not.” He dragged a hand through his hair. Blood streaked his fingers. His forearm dripped. I reached for him without thinking. He caught my wrist, gentle. “Later,” he said. “We move.”

My throat dries. Lucien moves between the desks now, eyes shifting, taking stock. “You’ll notice the powerless often see the clearest. They learn how to read the room. How to survive. Sometimes they bend power without anyone noticing—until it’s too late.” He passes my row. Doesn’t stop. Doesn’t look. Returns to the board. “This,” he continues, tapping the board once, “is a list of lovers.” He writes four names in quick succession: Damon Salvatore. Edward Cullen.

With this secret weapon, she is ready to face the evil queen and, hopefully, uncover the truth about Theo's allegiance. As Agatha completes her explanation, a sudden rustling among the trees makes Tonya's instincts flare. Her hand tightens around the vial as she turns toward the sound, her senses heightened. But it's not a threat that emerges from the shadows; it's Alaric, the werewolf warrior and her mate. His presence is a surprise, and his stealthy approach even more so—Alaric's skills are formidable, and his movements as silent as the wind through the leaves.