Novel & Cerita Castlevania: Nocturne Richter

*KINCAID'S P.O.V* THE COLLAR Of his shirt suddenly felt tight and chuffed against his skin as his gaze was locked with the witch's. Then she looked away and stood in front of the podium. She cleared her throat once and said, "My name is Arlana," She said in a husky voice. "I am the Luna of A****n River Wolves, Brazil. And I am the last descendant of the great Coven." Her gaze washed over the room. It was deathly quiet as the man waited to hear what she wanted to say.

Am I leaving this castle so soon? I see a figure rapidly approaching in the shadows while a loud voice reaches my ears, "Stop!" Mistress Hawthorne arrives in a hurry, she stops the truck from starting and opens the cage with her key. "The Alpha of the Blood Moon pack has just paid a deposit and reserved you from the castle. Lucky girl, you've got two Alpha's swooning over you." Mistress Hawthorne crossed her arms and leaned against the truck. "Do I... not have to leave?" I asked blankly.

But as the minutes stretched into an hour, no one came for her. The forest grew quiet. The others had returned to the mansion, their roles in the ritual fulfilled. Erika remained alone, shivering and feverish, her gown clinging to her damp skin, and the pull of the Hunter’s Moon wasn’t helping, either. A twig snapped nearby, and her heart leapt. Finally. “Luna, is that you?” The voice wasn’t Diego’s. A figure emerged from the shadows, and Hugo’s familiar face came into view. He regarded her with calm detachment, though his golden eyes gleamed with a knowing look.

Chapter Two. THIRD PERSON POV. Werewolf Realm (The Nightshade Clan) April 16 2025. (Present Date) Alpha Bane was leaning back in his leather chair, nursing a headache that felt like a rhythmic sledgehammer against his skull, when his office door didn't just open- it practically exploded off its hinges. "Your brother has gone mad, Bane!" His mother shrieked, storming inside.

Logan said, his tone slightly positive as he held Aurora. "You are sure about it, right?" Lance came forward again, his eyes trained on Aurora. "Beta...Beta Reiner is the Silent Reaper. He is the one who killed the Lunas. He killed our mother." Aurora looked down, guilt etched on her face. "Without a single doubt," she said without hesitation. "He is the one." Lance looked like he wanted to shake his head in disbelief and barf from the shock of the truth at the same time. Suddenly, he punched a nearby mirror, spooking everyone. The glass shattered, blood streaming from the gashes and cuts in Lance's knuckles.

"You have found the next letter which will lead you to another person who needs your help. You have to go and find the hunter, Lucas Harrison. Who is under the dark spell of an ancient witch Marlena. She wants to perform the ritual of pure humans. Stop her as soon as possible. I hope you will soon find the next letter. Dalton."

I felt the itch on my body but I didn’t experience shifting during the blood moon. I finally found Alarick, who was still drinking his beer. “Alarick.” I tapped his shoulders as he is now immersed in the moon’s energy. “What is it?” I saw his eyes turn from bloody red to silver. He is absorbing the power of the moon. “Y-you need to see this.” I led the way and started running back to the cell. When both of us entered the dungeon, I immediately opened the door and was confused by what I saw. “Is that?”

I was curious about the girl that was my mate, but more then anything I wanted to find the way home. “So, Osiris.” Lucas said, pulling my attention to him. “What exactly are you? As my mate said, you don’t smell human, and you definitely don’t smell like a wolf.” “I’m a vampire-witch hybrid. Surely you’ve heard of my father, Rhazian.” “Ok, now I know he’s hit his head.” Selene snorted. “He thinks he’s something out of the human’s fantasy books.” “Have Rory check him over in the clinic. Once she’s checked him out we can start getting down to the bottom of this.”

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.

last one to her. Finally finishing in the garden, I made my way to her room. I always delivered them personally. I halted in utter terror; she had contacted the assassin's service "Point And Kill", and I was pretty sure it wasn't for a light-hearted conversation's sake. I stood there by her door, listening to everything she said. "Hello? I have a job for you." "Thank you for contacting Point And Kill; what is the location of the fish?" The man on the other side of the call said. "Blue Moon." Aria replied with a sinister look on her face. She was backing me; Aria stood, looking out of her window, while her door was left wide open. She was sending assasins to kill off Scott, I realized to my