Castlevania: Nocturne Black Vampire Novels & Stories

In the command center, Marcus Vale, the High Commander, stood before a giant screen, cold light reflecting across his stern face. “Teams Delta-7, Bravo-9, and Echo-3, confirm the location of the Crimson Chapel. No one withdraws. Tonight, Valenfort will be cleansed.” Beside him, Dr. Alaric Hemsley, the Council’s hematologist, adjusted a syringe filled with a thick, black liquid. “We’ll release Serum Noctis. Once activated, it’ll spread through the air and destroy every vampire cell within a three kilometer radius.” Marcus glanced at him sharply.

Their eyes turned pitch black, and claws began tearing through their hands like those of the Umbreal. Chaos erupted. Alpha Blackthorn immediately sprang into action, protecting anyone he could but this disaster felt planned. “How could Umbreal enter the city of Luris?! There must be a traitor!” Alpha Blackthorn roared as he shifted into a massive jet-black wolf. He stood bravely in front of Lucien, who had yet to gain his full power since the full moon had not risen. From within the swirling black smoke, a familiar figure emerged. Gargan Noctyrr Noar.

Kaelen's POV The attack came without warning. One moment the hunting party rode through familiar territory and the next the forest exploded with movement. Figures materialized from shadows that should not have held them. Vampires. Dozens of them wearing the black and silver of Nocturna's elite forces. Nightblades. "Ambush!" Beta Commander Marcus roared as he shifted mid leap. His wolf form crashed into the nearest vampire and they went down in a tangle of fur and fangs.

the first vampire to appear said as he looks deeply at me. “Can we join?” I turned to the one who spoke and saw two female vampires, both with long hair. They also wear black jackets. So did the two men. Are vampires deliberately fond of black? I smirked. “It’s gonna be fun,” I gave them sharp looks and I prepared myself. “It will,” replied the second man. Don’t they know me? I am considered Volter’s sister and the vampires that would mess up with me will be in a bad state.

A man stood at the center of the hologram. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dressed in black. His presence radiated power even through a screen. Cold. Ancient. Predatory. Seraphine’s chest tightened just slightly. Enough to notice. “Who is he?” she asked. Halvorsen’s voice dropped. “Lucien Blackthorn.” The name echoed through the room like a warning. “Alpha of the Nightfall Pack,” he continued. “Immortal. Unkillable. Over three hundred years old.”

The heavy rear door opened, and a towering, broad-shouldered figure stepped out, bypassing the umbrella-wielding valets entirely. He wore a flawless, custom-tailored charcoal three-piece suit that clung to an immense, lethal frame. His dark hair was lightly dusted with rain, and as he stepped into the dim glow of the alley's light, his eyes caught the reflection. Molten silver. My breath hitched in my throat. Every muscle in my body locked up in terror. Ronan Blackthorne. He was a ghost story told to misbehaving pups, the undisputed king of Nocturne City’s underworld, and a man whose vast empire kept the entire Alpha Council under his thumb. But worse than his reputation was his bloodline co

Like I hadn’t faced enough threats for one whole miserable night, I just had to be in this situation? A fucking black wolf. Black wolves, as rare as they were, were born hunters and evil creatures that killed for sport, they killed even their own kind. Murderous by nature. Faster than a bullet. No one who encountered one had ever lived to tell the tale. And I knew I wouldn’t be any different. I would probably die tonight. "Please, please, Moon Goddess, don’t let me die like this tonight," I begged, trembling as I tried to block out the horrible noises. But my sharp senses picked up more than I wanted to.

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

Julian emerges first—pale, elegant in tailored black, fangs gleaming, eyes crimson with hunger. Behind him, the vampire army—hundreds strong, capes billowing though no wind blows, shadows clinging like living cloaks. Some old—Victorian elegance. Some new—modern tactical gear over immortal skin. All deadly. **Julian (bowing slight, voice smooth as silk, smile sharp):** “Storm Queen. Your call echoes in every vein of the night. The Bathory Covenant answers. The horde is yours.” The battle ignites. Swarm charges—tendrils whipping, beasts leaping in waves, gravity pockets warping bullets mid-flight.

“Were the specifics of the circle cast mentioned?” “Not that I know of,” Evander answers. “The Light of the Moon Circle,” Kristy suggests. “Say that’s what you cast. It’s fast and strong and could kill vampires.” She turns to me, eyes wide. “Which unfortunately happened.” “You’re faking my death now?” Lucas comes in through the back door, and Evander looks him up and down.