Castlevania: Nocturne Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He nods in understanding, but it is clear he doesn’t agree with my decision to go back to the castle. Digging my heels into Nightmare, we head back the way we came. Only this time, the Omega lycan cannot keep up. I kept a slower pace out of respect for my men, but that isn’t necessary anymore. Nightmare skids to a stomp, and I dismount him in a swift motion. Taking the stairs of the castle three at a time, I burst through the main castle door. I shake my head at the scene before me. Bruno is serving tea to two Fae Creatures.

He said he woke up buried in a cemetery, after being killed by a nocturnal attack. - Blasphemy. – shouts Vlad’s secretary. - this is impossible. A nocturnal can't create vampires. A nocturne kills but does not transmit the gift of life. Vlad looks at his secretary. - He's right girl. This story is strange. - I also thought the same. But the nocturnal who kidnapped me behaved almost like a half-breed renegade and not like a nocturnal. The secretary is going to continue complaining, but Vlad's hand goes up, and he closes his mouth.

I said trying to lighten the mood. She giggled into my neck and then raised her head up to look at me. Her eyes were puffy, and she had a little snot running from her nose, but in my eyes, she was still my beautiful Cassie. “So when are you going to be turned? I'm guessing its Selene or Traian that is going to be doing the turning?” She asked as she pulled away from me and sucked up her sobs. “Traian will be doing it, and I think in two days, after the warlock gets here to do the cloaking spell,” I replied, and instantly rolled my eyes realizing I hadn't told her about the cloaking yet.

THIRD PERSON POV: Tonight was the night the two parties had planned to strike. Bella’s group had upheld the false notion that she was paling from lack of blood, but it was because of a spell Hazel had cast on her. Fae, on the other side, had prepared everything she needed to take down Bella. Her plan was to capture Bella before she could make it back to the hostel and force her to turn into a vampire. As soon as the alarm for lights out went off, both parties lay on their beds, their hearts palpitating. They waited for the porters and portresses to make their rounds, then they all got out of bed.

The hellhound–a male, I believe, based on the flicker of voices in my head–lays his head down and closes his eyes at the very moment Aviva’s wolf bursts into the clearing and freezes. We watch the hellhound drift into death, and the breeze carries its ashes away. Ryan huffs beside me. “No, I need to see how it died.” “It didn’t happen here,” I tell him, but then my powers surge to an unholy degree. I nearly scream, choking on the pain from the pressure of my powers leaving my body through my fingertips, the mist building something right before our eyes–a castle. A castle that rivals the size of the one in Moonrise.

He closes that window, maximizes the grimoire window again, and just as he hears footsteps descending the stairs, slides back to his seat. "I have to go," Lucien announces. He closes his grimoire and packs it into his leather satchel. "Can you clear my dishes, please?" "Of course," TJ says. "Thank you, TJ," Lucien presses a kiss to his forehead. "See you tonight," he murmurs and strides out. Oh. My. God. Lucien is Lord Noctis Vale. This is probably what he's been scribbling every night. He's been writing dark vampiric erotica. Really good erotica. How fucking hot is that?

"I know you love me, Caid. If not for this... this bitch." In a sudden burst of energy, Kincaid had grabbed her from the stairs and flung her to the ground. He growled as Caer struggled to come out but he took a deep breath and stood up. He stepped back. "Adrienne, do the honors." "I, Adrienne Hale Stuart, Luna of one of the original packs of the ancestors and Luna of the High Moon pack, hereby banish your miserable puny ass, Lucy --" "Lucy Colton," Liam offered.

"Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters." Aqua's pulse quickened with each word, the weight of Aunt Cleo's revelation pressing down on her like a heavy cloak. "Starting tomorrow," Aunt Cleo continued, her tone resolute, "I'll begin instructing you in defensive magic.

Her wet ebony hair, her sun-kissed skin, her rosy lips; All bathed in the moonlight. She is the Luna. He had been sure of it since the day he met her. She was four when his father brought her to the castle, and she had amnesia. She was a white page, ready to be programmed. His father wanted to raise her to be his daughter-in-law. But Harvey found that grooming a child was a disgusting deed. So, after his parents' tragic death, he gave Aikiz up to the master of the Brown Pack to raise her among his children. The eleven-year-old Aikiz took his decision with delight. Because she loved playing with Ruth and Gin and because Harvey gave her permission to visit him whenever she wanted.

“Drust and his apprentice must be stopped in their desire.” “Yeah?” Her breath washed over his shoulders and down his sweaty spine. “You can do it. I will tell you a secret.” Porcius turned and faced her again. The moonlight cast a loving light on her creamy skin. He didn’t much care for the tattoos and paints that appeared on her flesh as if by magick, but he wasn’t taking her for a wife any time soon. Into his ear she whispered things. Her nails dug into his scalp, then his back, until she drew blood. A lot. Again and again, they screamed into the woods. The din of battle covered both of their cries in the coming night.