Castlevania: Nocturne Fanfiction Novels & Stories

A woman on the ground at the side of Crest Road, one hand braced against the concrete, ginger hair falling forward, a dress that cost more than what most people in this town earned in a month, soaked through with blood at the collar and chest. I pulled over immediately. I knew who she was before I reached her. Arabella Ivory, Luna of Cinderclaw, daughter of Alexandra of Blackthorn. I had seen her at two or three formal gatherings over the years, always beside her husband Luca, always dressed perfectly. I had never thought about her beyond that. She was Luca’s wife and that was the beginning and the end of it. I crouched down in front of her. “Miss? Are you alright?” She raised her head and l

Far beyond the borders of Briar Hollow stood a kingdom unlike any other. The Kingdom of Noctis. A land where the sun rarely shone through the endless mist. A land ruled by vampires. At its center rose Castle Nocturne. A colossal fortress carved from black obsidian stone. Its towers pierced the clouds. Its walls had stood for centuries. And upon the highest throne sat the most feared being in the supernatural world. The First Blood Vampire. King Lucien Draven.

After that, he would shrink and then die. My mind was briefly diverted to Godiva. I felt happiness even though I was fed up with this vampire. I could still calmly deal with the ignorant vampire who would not talk about Sanguine Shadows; it was because of Godiva. “I have no patience with him, Al.” “What are you going to do to him, Alpha Castor?” “See to it.” I raised my left hand into the air. Within seconds, my hand turned black with sharp, elongated nails. I stepped steadily toward the vampire and bent down to look at his face.

“Let’s end this tonight.” With the castle’s clock striking midnight, the signal was given. In a flurry of shadows and whispers, we moved, a ghostly procession converging on the heart of darkness. The coronation was about to begin, and with it, our moment to strike. In the back of my mind, a singular thought echoed with every step we took towards the castle – we were coming for you, Lyla. Hold on. The night draped Vampriya like a dark velvet cloak, its silence only interrupted by the distant echo of our stealthy footsteps. The moon cast a ghostly pallor over the landscape as we advanced toward the castle, a fortress of nightmares emerging from the mist.

As Luna regained her footing, she locked eyes with Amelia, sharing an unspoken connection. Elias, observing the battle unfold, had a revelation. He recalled an ancient legend that spoke of a powerful spell capable of vanquishing even the darkest of creatures. He shouted over the din of battle, "Luna, there's a spell! A spell that can seal its darkness!" With newfound hope, Luna nodded and channeled her energy into casting this spell. Words of ancient power flowed from her lips, resonating with the very essence of the Radiant Heart. The creature recoiled, its darkness dissipating into tendrils of smoke.

Chastity, her Lycan instincts honed by centuries of survival, met Dylan's malevolence with a grace that belied her deadly prowess. Dylan, an embodiment of vampiric supremacy, unleashed waves of dark energy, attempting to ensnare Chastity in ethereal tendrils that danced with malevolent intent. Chastity, agile and resilient, deftly navigated the onslaught, her movements a dance of evasion and counterattack. The moonlit battlefield bore witness to their clash, a convergence of ancient adversaries in the cosmic tapestry of destiny.

Night came faster than I thought it would because next thing I knew, I was having a dream that Roman and I were no longer together because I was dead and I was standing over his grave and the next thing I knew, I was the one in the grave and there was someone standing over me. I woke up with a jolt, my heart beating so fast in my chest that it hurt. The Full Moon shone into the room, directly at me and I sat up, wondering why the house was so quiet. “I was beginning to think you weren't going to wake up.” Quinn or would I say, the old woman sat at the far end of the room in the darkness. “Did you watch me sleep?” “You think I'll let her come out without me being here?” She stood up and wal

Chapter 82- Do the right thing The prison guard leads the prisoner out to a bar in the middle of the Execution grounds and ties his hands to the bar, my eyes never leaving him. “Luna Briar, the kill is yours,” Judith announces loudly before stepping away. My anger builds within me. I allow every word that Onyx has said to me and hasn’t spoken to fill my rage. Then, I think of the five women that must have been terrified under this man's disgusting hand. I move forward and feel my body shifting into my Lycan form. The ground sinks slightly with every step that I take.

I turn to the page that has the blood spell on it and hold it up for everyone to see. “This is the spell that was performed, and has now been reversed,” I say, smirking at Damon. “This pathetic excuse for a lycan took someone who wasn’t his fated mate. He mated her and marked her. He has denied our pack its fated Luna, and denied Luna Cassia the chance to find her own fated mate.” “This is enough!” Elder David yells as he makes his way through the crowd. I glare at him as he approaches Damon, but the Crescent Warriors block his path and stand in front of him.

Everyone moved as instructed, and Althea began with her chant. The hair on my body rose as the memory of Lucy beside me the first time Althea cast a spell on us flashed in my head. That night changed everything, and I hoped this night would let me take back what I had lost that night. "Vos nocturni spiritus vocavi Citationem attendite. Nubescant omnes videntes eum in nomine tuo, spiritus fortes." Althea began her chant, and the surrounding area darkened as a small tornado formed between me and Blade, but it was still possible for us to see Althea.