Novel & Cerita Dracula Alucard Castlevania

Doru remained on the balcony and looked mockingly at Bruce. “That toy is useless against me,” he sneered confidently. “These guards may have fallen prey to it because we are of a mutated lineage, but not me. I am Doru, the true and legitimate son of Dracula, Prince of Darkness. His blood runs pure through my veins and I cannot be destroyed.”

"You can't kill what's survived for five hundred years." "Everything can be killed," Marcus said quietly. "You just need to know how." Ivy looked up. "What do you know?" Marcus exchanged a glance with Dominic. "My family has... records. Histories of the old Alphas. Including Lucian Drăculești. He's not just a vampire-wolf hybrid. He's something else. Something darker." "Explain."

“My Alpha, an elder from Howling Moon Pack, is here to see you.” Alpha Campbell’s face creased. What was an elder of Howling Moon coming to his house for? His frown deepened. He'd just sent in more werewolf ladies, what else did he want from him? “Which of the elders?” He asked his man. “Elder Silas Darkthorn.” Immediately he sprung up in his seat. “Silas Darkthorn?” He muttered as he hurried over to the window and from there he peeped. Truly Silas Darkthorn was in the frontage of his house.

The head Alpha Alaric Donovan, the most powerful magnate in the entire werewolf world. I only saw him on the screen. He was definitely #1 World’s Most Handsome Male Werewolf, though personally I would put him up against males of any species. He had crisp black hair and those deep brown eyes typical of an alpha werewolf. He was also something of a mystery, Mr. Alaric, basically a recluse. Interestingly, though, Alpha Alaric’s child had been switched at birth with someone else's child in this very hospital. I overheard it from some of the other nurses.

Zayd says, and I smile as they sit. "Today, we are here to witness the wedding of Adaline Aurora Vulkov and Alexandru Luc Conri, a Flower, Witch, Werewolf and a Lycan. A match we've never seen before. . .." He goes on to speak all about love but I am too distracted by Alexandru, wishing we'd sneak in a quick fuck. "Do you, Alexandru, take Adaline, to be your wife, in sickness and in health, in strength and weakness, in poverty and riches, in pain and grief, in every part of her?"

Yet he had something that made him regarded as trash by all vampire races, including the family that shared his bloodline. After ensuring all vampires in Galvadea had been eradicated, King Matteo Alexarus III paid the witches to torture Vlador. The queen and crown prince of King Matteo, who was killed by King Dracount, planted strong roots of vengeance in his soul. The young Alexarus kingdom that was standing under the Galvadea kingdom did not dominate in that great war. Only the powerful and tough kingdoms wiped out the entire Dracount family. As the strongest vampire in his kingdom, Vlador managed to survive the war after creating a hill of human and witch bodies. But when he thought he co

Valker smirked and pointed toward Seraphina and Darius. “Oh.” “Yeah.” “She’s the Luna of BloodMoon, for God's sake.” “Yeah.” “And you still want her?” “Yeah.” “Damn, Valker!” “Yeah.” “Come on, that’s like waking up a sleeping beast or pulling a lion’s tail.” Valker laughed. “Does he even look like a lion? More like a house mouse.” Arthur sighed and rubbed his forehead. “This isn’t worth it.” “Not after I stupidly marked her,” Valker answered.

Alpha Dreadlock’s gaze moved toward the convoy once more, and this time he saw it clearly too. The estate lights glinted across the flags fully as they swayed violently in the wind. “Father…” Zaden started again, but Alpha Dreadlock silenced him with a single lift of his hand. For a long moment, nobody moved. “It is him indeed.” He confirmed, his tone certain. In that same moment, he clenched his right hand into a fist, and at once, the warriors lowered their weapons. The black Rolls-Royce finally came to a slow halt directly in front of the mansion, and the headlights blinked out, plunging the overlook into absolute darkness.

“Her name’s Lisa Adrian. She was caught in the woods—thought she was a witch at first. She’s not.” Alex raised an eyebrow, waiting. He knew me well enough to sense there was more. “She’s a vampire,” I said, keeping my voice low, though the room was soundproofed against prying ears. “Alireza Firouzja’s daughter.” His reaction was immediate—eyes widening, a sharp curse slipping past his lips. “What the hell. You're sure this isn't a trap. A vampire? Here? And Firouzja’s blood, no less.”

Lucian said as he ripped the heart of the lycan he was fighting out of its chest, his body falling limp to the ground. "We have to find something, I will leave that to the two of you," Adam said as his body floated in the sky, his eyes turning to the darkest shade of black he started to recite a spell Stephen and Lucian glanced up at him before going to find a way to gain the attention of the lycan. "Lycan have Alpha's right, when the fight began I noticed Killian roared before the lycans attacked so if we can recreate his roar we can gain their attention," Lucian said as he threw a nearby branch into a lycans chest piercing his heart.