Castlevania #hector Novels & Stories

They stopped before me, the engines coming off one after the other. Henrique Crimson Sparrow took off his helmet, his short strawberry blonde visible under the full moon's light. He had a scar running down his chin. He smiled, stepping off his bike. “You nuts have a death wish, Xavier? Coming here alone?” I smiled back, a cold smile devoid of any humor. “Who says I’m alone?” Henrique Crimson Sparrow looked confused, and looked around the space. Henrique followed my movements with his eyes. Then, the forest came to life.

He threw punches too and his strength seemed to have overcome that of Viktor. Reagan had somehow kicked Viktor to the floor, throwing punches after punches, even when blood splattered, Reagan never stopped. Until... " Stop!" A voice cut sharp through his ears and his fist stopped midway. He looked behind him, seeing Madam Casey and her daughter walking towards them. " On your feet, both of you." Her command vibrated through, everyone stepped aside. Reagan and Viktor got up, each staggering as they tried to control their stability and temper. Madam Casey looked at both of them. Her sharp siren eyes trailed mostly towards Reagan.

(THE WOODS – WEREWOLVES) "Where and when are we holding the ceremony?" Alpha Ronnie Hono asked his beta, David, as they walked through the forest. "When I went to the Seer—" David started as he walked to lean on a tree. "What did he say?" Ronnie interrupted him, already feeling bad news coming up. David looked into the wind and spoke lightly, "He urges us to wait. He claims that…" he paused, not knowing how to deliver the last bit of news.

“And, why would I kill you? You healed me, so I can't kill you. I am not a bad, Miss Gorgeous healer.” The man that I saved was too funny; I don't know why I felt secure in him, but I know that his intention was pure. I discovered that the man I saved was Hector Sergio, the younger son of the Lycan King, but he promised to protect me whatever it caused. Hector, I am happy to meet you, and I hope you will do everything to protect yourself.

"Drop your weapon, Hector. You will face the gallows for high treason." Hector looked at Gideon, then at me, a twisted, maniacal smile spreading across his pale lips. "I won't die on your gallows, Gideon," Hector whispered. Before Gideon or I could close the distance, Hector reached into his dark coat and pulled out a small, glass vial filled with a swirling, pitch-black liquid. With a frantic, hysterical shriek, he smashed the glass against his own teeth and swallowed the dark shadow-elixir whole.

Marcel: The moment I sensed the fear in my woman’s scent, something in me snapped. Not the beast. Something colder. Deadlier. No one, not a single fucking soul, was going to scare her… not as long as I was breathing, and I was going to be sure that everyone knew that. Viktor Volkov stood across the courtyard like he had every right to be there, like he hadn’t once placed a bounty on his own daughter’s head. His expression was calm, almost amused.

He had gotten used to do that when he got assigned to watch over Lara. He walked towards the camp they had been ambushed not long back. He wondered if there is going to be a time like that again. He stopped to observe the graves, the whole lot of the vampires had been dissipated. He walked to Scarlet's grave and lowered himself removing dirty on top. He remembered her smile when she had told him that she was carrying their child. He had spend his time doting on her. Anticipating the feeling if holding a child. It's a pity that the joy was short lived.

Enzo explained and Callum snapped his eyes in horror. "Otherwise they would have harmed Stephen". He said in a terrified tone. "They wouldn’t have actually. Since Stephen is hybrid. It's a bit different with him. The pack would have stood by him. Ace and Zol are vampires. They can only punish a vampire. Are you getting my point"? This time Max spoke.

“Will he be helping us tonight?” I nodded. “Cy lives in The Heath – that’s how he uncovered the vampires.” So many lies, such a dark and twisting path that I would never be able to find my way out again. “He’s willing to lure the vampires somewhere, through whatever means necessary.” A hum of approval sniped around the room at that. Paps, however, stepped forward. “We move tonight, then?” “Yes,” Torre and Trigger said at the same time. They glanced at one another and smiled, the same sinister smile curving across both of their lips. Torre nodded graciously, and Trigger continued alone.

I whispered and he nodded, seeming content to have made his points- threats clear. “Okay.” He mimicked in a deep monotone and I got the jitters again. I didn’t even know how he was addressed! “W-what is your name?” I tried, looking anywhere but his face. “Hector.” The Lycan beast deadpanned, and then he turned and left the room, the click of the door engaging behind him as the cave fell to silence.