Dracula Alucard Castlevania Novels & Stories

I heard a gruffy voice in the distance, dishing out orders. Dammit! I should've pulled out the maid's guts when I had the chance! “How do these werewolves even summon their wolves?” I wondered, trying to summon my wolf based on the knowledge I had gathered, especially from Alpha Cassius's memory. “Dammit! That old man made this appear too easy.”

He had waited over thirty years, he wouldn't waste a minute. As he raised off his stake, ready to attack the defenseless creature, the door suddenly opened and two huge vampires walked in. Marco and the vampire King were already transformed into the evil creature that they were. Their fangs were out, revealing their glory to the shocked man. With their protruding ears and red eyes, Matthew knew there was no way he'd survive what was about to happen. The vampire King quickly attended to both Bella and Adonis while Marco faced the Hunter.

Lucas placed his hand on Emelia's necklace, as he walked into the werewolf kingdom flash back Lucien had turned into his wolf, and started running madly into the forest, before stopping at the river, looking at it with sadness and anger. His wolf's claws were firmly planted in the ground, leaving a mark in it. While Lucas was behind him, jumping with the speed of a vampire, before he reached his place, he stood in the tree, watching him from afar. Lucien unleashed a force that made the tree turn into crumbs in the air. Fortunately, Lucas had jumped at the last moment, before standing in front of Lucian and saying:

I didn't want to be his next broken toy. ​Lucifer reached out and gently rubbed my cheek with his thumb. His skin was warm, but it made me feel sick. ​"No, you are wrong, Lilith," he said firmly. "You are special. You are not like any other woman I have ever met. I could never get bored of you." ​Suddenly, a deep, strong voice came from the doorway. ​"Father." ​Lucifer stopped touching my face. We both turned to see a young man standing there. It was Dracula, Lucifer’s second son.

Elsa did her best to repeat the freezing process that had worked only recently, but either she was too weak or Dragomir was prepared for her and had put up a defensive block. Louis struggled under Bruce’s heavy weight until he could struggle no more. Succumbing to the inevitable he stopped fighting and lay still, hoping that by doing so his death would be clean and quick. It was. Bruce’s chest heaved as he pulled his bulk to his feet. He was tired. More tired than he thought was possible. Unfortunately, there, before him stood a vampire who he recognized from our encounter in Las Vegas. It was Dragomir, son of the most powerful vampire in existence, Dracula. He doubted he had the strengt

- the old man says, hoping to get more of the sale. - Creature, do you know who I am? I am Aurelius, Dracula's right-hand man, Dracula, the father of all vampires. Are you sure you want to piss off my nest? Dracula's nest? In 1 second, I, alone, can destroy your whole pack, feed on your women and take all your children. - the vampire's voice was so commanding and frightening that the foxes whimpered and cowered. – My new offer for the girl is a third of what I paid for the dragon.

I have never a man so beautiful and handsome like this one. Even hundreds of millions of Lenox and every good-looking man in the room could not compare to his pinky. Now he had his eyes locked on Camilla, although I did not feel good about it and wanted him to look my way instead, I consoled myself that Camilla was about to receive her retribution. Who told her to mess the party? She now was going to experience the full wrath of alpha Lucien's anger. I could see that everyone was waiting for Camilla end but to our utmost surprise, the man did not splash her blood everywhere with his sharp fangs. Instead, he stretched his hand and placed it in front of Camilla, as if silently asking her to ta

An expression of absolute, unadulterated horror crossed his aristocratic features. "Fiona, I am begging you, never repeat that name in my presence," Alarick whispered, his British accent dripping with profound disgust. "Dracula was a theatrical, poorly dressed nuisance who ruined our aesthetic for centuries. My Maker was a true King. Centuries later, when he grew utterly exhausted by eternity, he chose to step into the sun. But before he did, he transferred the entirety of the Sovereign power—the raw, primordial magic of the void—directly into my veins. He bypassed Silas entirely, ending his own bloodline and making me the pureblood origin point."

Isaac had called himself Zac and no one had asked for mine. Isaac's grip on my hand tightened as he walked faster and dragged me along behind. I threw a glance over my shoulder, just in time to see Alpha Dolion jump to his feet and point an accusing finger at me. I resented the fact that Isaac had made me throw out all my colored contacts. A few purple streaks and a half shaved head were not enough to hide if people knew what they were looking for. Changing my eyes had always been my saving grace. "You," he growled. "The lycan and the runt."

The murmurs rose among the guests, and then a figure stepped forward beside Dominic, a tall Alpha with dark hair, sharp grey eyes, and a scar slicing through his brow. He grinned, pulling Dominic into a brief, fierce embrace. “To think that you believed that I wouldn’t show.” “Marcellus.” He said, pulling away from the hug. “My bride, and Luna.” “A pleasure to meet you, Aria.” “You know my name.” “Oh, I am not the only one who does. You have caused a little stir around. Not in a very good way, but I believe that you are worth it if your Alpha chose you above all.” He said, smiling.