Castlevania #hector Novels & Stories

He is even taller than Dark. Just like we had talked about, Hector was holding a beer, looking so drunk in his expression, but we both knew that he was beyond sober. It is just that he has to stay in his character. "Who are you?!" Hector shouted and leaned his hand with the beer on the gate while looking at Dark. And then, he acted like he accidentally saw me behind Dark and widened his eyes. "You... where have you been, you bi- Ah!" Before Hector could even lay his hand on me, Dark swiftly moved from being a statue to catching Hector's wrist firmly to stop him from getting me. Even I, myself, parted my lips because of how fast he was at blocking me.

He yanked the dagger out of his arm, slashing at the officiant's heels, dropping him instantly. "Oh, that got his attention," Marco withdrew his paw from Arabella's hair. The blood that flowed from her face mingled with Rosie's, completely obscuring her expression. He cracked his neck, shifting back into his human form. "I wonder…" He reached forward and seized Lavinia, holding her chin in his hands, pressing hard on his face. His nails dug in, spots of blood appearing. "Your little toy isn't doing too well."

💉 Tiara p.o.v 💉 "To hell with your soul" I said and left Jackson already demolished apartment, I returned to the hotel and wore my bracelet, I used my necromancy power to call out my bat, and transferred all the blood to it to take it home. Now the next thing is how to find the second prey, I will go to another club tonight, I want to be fast with everything. I can't wait to see my mate. I hope this weakling's(Jackson) blood will do a little in the task ahead of me.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

I crossed my arms over my chest, "Look, I know that you were arrested. I saw you and Lowell talking at the station. What is going on here?" He tilted his head to the side, "I can't discuss any of that with you." "Are you the one who's been killing people?" He dropped his gaze, "I can't help you. But I suggest that you leave here as soon as possible." "Are you trying to threaten me?" "If I have to." "You and Lowell are up to something. I know that." He scoffed, but then he smirked and I took a step back as his bones began to pop and crack as he transformed into a Lycan. The cuffs popped off of his wrists.

It was very visible that that wasn't a topic he was willing to have, not now or ever, but Elle, being a little on the dumb side, didn't read the signs. “Oh I know. Her father is the lead rogue that caused the massacre so many years ago, right?” Just then, Damien sensed Ariel's presence in the room, and immediately their eyes clashed. Ariel wished with all fibre in her body that she could turn back the hands of time, to stop herself from entering the room. She sensed the anger in him, and knew for sure that she was in for a very rough night.

Something to use and toss away. “Stop it!” June struggled to her feet, legs shaking but refusing to give in. “Take me instead! My blood’s the same. I have the fire!” Hecate didn’t even look at her. “You’re a beautiful oven, June,” she said, almost bored. “But Leo is the masterpiece. Only he can hold the connection. You’d explode in seconds. He… he might last long enough to finish the upload.” Raven didn’t wait for more speeches. She knew monsters didn’t listen. She shot forward in a blur, knives flashing straight for Hecate’s throat.

But her appetite vanished the instant she saw the expression on his face. “So?” she asked, quickly approaching him. “What happened?” Hector took off his leather jacket and hung it on the coat rack by the door. His movements were controlled, but she could feel the dangerous energy still radiating from him. “Salvior was right,” he replied, walking toward her. “Marcus paid Diego to do the job. I confronted the man a little while ago. He’ll deliver the message.”

But the heir’s stare was steady, unyielding. “My mother was of the Shadowblood line,” he said at last. “I inherited… this.” He gestured vaguely to the darkness curling at his boots. “I didn’t know what it meant until the Creed found me.” “And now?” she asked. “Now I know they’ll never stop coming.” A knock at the door broke the moment. One of the scouts stepped in, snow melting from his cloak. “My lady. You need to hear this.” The heir straightened. “Speak.”

Or maybe it was something else entirely. I mean I should be scared, I should run away. He was a freaking black wolf. A rare murderous forbidden creature! I shook my head, forcing myself to focus. "Evelyn," I said, clearing my throat. "She’s haunting me. I don’t think she is ever going to stop." He sighed and dropped onto the bed beside me, his arm brushing against my bare leg. "You are not safe on your own, Ava," he murmured. "You need protection."