Castlevania: Nocturne Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I wasn’t evenn thinking about him. “Listen Ariee, there is no need to be shy, okay?” She pulled me aside. “Tomorrow is the masked festival. If you’re too shy to meet him today, you can at least dance with him tomorrow. I promise you, no one would know who you are.” That was even more suspicious. She conveniently left out the fact that tomorrow is the full moon as well. There was no way I was getting close to a Lycan in heat. Who knows, she might even be planning to set me up like she did the other girls. I smiled at her, nonetheless, wearing my most naive smile.

With my other hand, I raked down his side, feeling ribs crack under my claws. He howled, whether from rage or delight, I couldn't tell. Then he slammed his knee into my gut, driving the air from my lungs, doubling me for a fraction of a second. He seized it, hurling me across the hall. I smashed through a banquet table, splinters and shattered goblets raining down, and my body screamed with impact. I staggered up, spitting crimson. "You picked the wrong palace to crawl into." His form rippled, shadows coiling higher. "No," he growled, spreading his arms wide. "This night was written in blood long before you drew your first breath. The age of Lycans dies now."

He didn't. Instead, he leaned in, his fangs brushing against my carotid artery, sending a shiver of pain through me. "Don't move, Moonlight," he rasped, using the private, ancient nickname we shared. "You know I can't resist your scent." I closed my eyes, surrendering to the last vestiges of my affection, and embraced him once more. He had no idea I was about to marry someone else. The next evening, the grand hall of Nocturne Castle blazed with light.

Not defense. But war. I whispered the vow into the darkness: “I will end Valentina Bathory.” The shadows stirred. “I will burn the Cross from the inside.” The air shifted. “I will save the wolves she marked for extinction.” The moonlight intensified. “And when the throne she wants crumbles beneath her…” My eyes opened, glowing fierce violet. “She will finally learn the truth.” A slow smile curved my lips. “I was never her puppet.” The vow sealed. The hunt bega --- Night tasted like metal.

The sunlight filtered through the canopy, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor, creating an almost magical ambiance. Vanessa paused in a small clearing, the sunlight illuminating her in a golden glow. As I watched, she began to shift, her form changing seamlessly into that magnificent white lycan. With the sun shining brightly, she looked even more breathtaking than the night before. Her fur gleamed with an almost otherworldly radiance, capturing the essence of the morning light. She was magical, ethereal, and divine. Each movement was fluid and graceful, embodying power and beauty in perfect harmony. My heart swelled with pride and love as I watched her. This was my mate, my love, th

I screamed at my mother who rolled her eyes but played along. "Let me call Alpha Rob, hold on a minute! He is not leaving you; Ava is marrying the Lycan, not the Alpha! Oh, goddess! Alpha Rob!” My mom said frantically before she ran out of my room to go and get him. I forced my tired legs out of bed and tried to move when my legs gave way and I landed on the floor, pulling things from my dresser on the way down. I didn't scream from the pain of things landing on me; I simply lay there and waited.

I ordered, each syllable slicing through the air as I closed the distance between us. "It… it was her sister who gave the order," he whispered, eyes darting away. "Her sister?" My voice hardened. "Yes, Your Highness. Her name is Brittany Colter… she is the new Luna of the Starlight Pack. She ordered us to kill her right away..." My hand curled into a trembling fist, my rage barely contained. The two rogues gasped, clutching at their chests as invisible pressure crushed their hearts. Their pained groans filled the forest as they collapsed to their knees.

My eyebrows flew up by themselves. Was I imagining it, or did he really ask me about the Nocturne of Death? Or maybe where he lived, they have their own nocturne, not the one Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel played seven hundred years ago? He, who invented that melody raising spirits from nothingness… “Reive,” I said uncertainly, “could you tell me please which nocturne you’re talking about?” The necromancer smiled broadly. His eyes were glowing with such dark mystical light that a wave of goose bumps ran down my spine. Prickly sparks flowed under my skin, and it felt like every little hair rose on my body.

He gave me a smile and without a word he leant in to kiss my lips softly. Wow. "Indeed I am and you are my Luna. " he said. This could not be right surely. This guy was adamant that I was his mate and sure I felt the connection but it was happening so quickly. I tried to get up from the bed but he held his hand out stopping me. "You can't get up yet. You have had a nasty fall." He insisted. "I remember going into the forest and something was calling to me. I .. I don't remember what happened but my shoulder. It.. it... " I felt my shoulder and frowned as the memory of that stinging sensation as it flooded my mind.

[RAVEN] When Raven woke up that morning, she could not help but notice the unusual quiet surrounding her. The ruins of the Black Castle, now known as the Black Hall, housed a hundred town vampires, most of which were labelled with the Mark of Aurora. As soon as the sun rose, they would bustle around, testing her patience. She hated that she had to use her powers to ease their lives but when Alexander had asked for her help, it wasn’t in her ability to deny him. She had performed the dark spell and given them the ability to move freely under the sun while some simply burned out at the slightest exposure to the sun’s rays.