Dracula Alucard Castlevania Romane & Geschichten

My feet dangled helplessly above the floor. “Let go of her!” Ace shouted. “Don’t, alpha. She has been a pain in the neck since she arrived, and now she’s claiming to be your mate?” I heard Anika’s voice. When did she arrive? Ace charged at Lightning, but with his free hand, Lightning flung him backward like he weighed nothing. The sound of his body crashing into the furniture echoed through the room. How can one Lycan possess so much strength? I gasped and choked, desperate for air. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I could feel Misty thrashing inside me, begging for us to breathe.

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.

Lucian took a deep breath and looked at the picture in front of him, saying with great sadness "Your grandfather, Edward, Amelia's father, was the king of the vampires, and my father was the king of the werewolves, and there is an old blood feud between them. My father, to take revenge on the king of the vampires, took advantage of me and killed your mother, Amelia." He stopped talking and looked at Ethan, who was looking at him with anger and disbelief “You're kidding me, you're lying to me, are you trying to trick me?” Lucian smiled very bitterly and looked at his child who was standing in front of him angrily

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."