Dracula #castlevania: Nocturne Novels & Stories

When the movements inside the castle begins to increase, I look at Drake. “How long until sunset?” I ask him. “Twenty minutes.” I stand and Riley comes to stand beside me. “Is it time?” Riley asks. “Nearly,” I say seeing ten auras race out of the castle. I blast them, hearing their screeches as they turn to dust. “If they didn’t know before, they do now,” Alpha Leonardo says behind us. We hear the ear-piercing screech of a vampire calling to his clan inside the castle, preparing for battle.

He looked at me with disappointment. "How many times would I have to tell you this Amaya, I would never in my life hurt you." "How am I even supposed to stick with that when I don't even know your name?" "Faire enough." He chuckled. "My name is Damon." Damon, that's a nice name. Wait a damn minute. "Damon Salvatore?" I questioned. Even though they looked nothing alike, I couldn't help myself from asking. I mean what a coincidence this was. Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon.

Maximus, Georgia, and Luna, standing as a united front, awaited Dracula's response. "I have observed the unfolding events with great interest," Dracula remarked. "The moonlit mark is a rare occurrence, and Luna's presence in this alliance is a testament to the intricate dance between werewolves and vampires. As you step into my castle, let it be known that the alliance between our packs and kingdoms will be tested and strengthened within these walls."

“But… how did you know it was mine?” Lea shared a quick glance with Marcus, and he nodded, encouraging her to continue. “The moment I saw it, I knew you weren’t just any Lycan. This necklace…” She gestured to it, her expression soft but serious. “It’s not just an ornament. It’s an heirloom. A symbol of your family’s legacy.” Marcus took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the necklace in my hand. “Your mother, Princess Anita, was the daughter of King Artemis—the true Lycan King.”

I immediately approached the man. "Is that true what you said earlier?" I asked vehemently. "Hah? Who are you?" asked the man confused. Hayley immediately approached us. She pulled me back a little."He's my acquaintance, Leo. So Mr. Eriksen, is it true about what you said earlier?”Hayley asked the man. “Yes, if I'm not mistaken they found an injured female vampire. They chased until a castle that turned out to be a den of vampires." "When did they attack the vampire?" I asked carefully.

“Third, the Salvi. Salvi can cast spells. They are like witches but they have a different language that only Salvi can understand, even witches can't understand their words. You can only tell if a vampire is a Salvi if their eyes are red-orange. They are the third strongest of the entire vampire clan. And they can hold the cross unlike us who are burned," Red-orange? I seem to have seen red-orange eyes. Aha! Brian! I saw his eyes turn red-orange for a moment. But, maybe he's not a vampire, right? He's just human like me. It's impossible that he's a vampire because I know he doesn't believe in vampires.

The doors from the dining room opened, and there walking with a deadly look, was the person who could kill any vampire and not think twice about doing it. The Count himself... Count Vladimir Dracula. Nolite mi- stop my dear Reversus es, amica mea-Your back my love

Walking alone in the dark while street light is the only thing that can light Waylan's step as she walks going to the hospital where she works. She's a night duty now and decided to walk than taking her car while thinking about how she can stop Jet. But suddenly as she reach a dark path without any person around, someone just appeared just in front of her and she's shocked to see that it was Moana in a vampire form. "What do you want?" asked Waylan feeling scared.

As I staggered down the blindingly bright halls her voice began to echo in my head, the events of that night came like a flood. Someone had knocked on the window of my room, I checked to see who it was at such dark hour. I opened the window and saw someone wearing a cloak and holding a scarf to her face she's doing everything possible not to be seen. I could tell it was a she by her voice but her voice sounded oddly familiar. "Who are you?" I asked. "It's me, Rhea" "Rhea?" I was shocked. What was aunt Melanie's daughter doing knocking at my window at dark?

Nina smiled as he looked at the tombstone with Amber Hudson engraved on it. “I miss her.” “I miss her too.” Lane kissed Nina's forehead. ~ The night was long and distant. The moon was at its peak, giving off the brightest rays and flourishing the earth with its glow. “I'm Cataleya Drew. The witch who created the first vampires and werewolves. I've returned. Powerless, but I'm going to find a way to put an end to what I created. The O'Connors, the Salvadors, and the Graysons will suffer at my feet because I'm going to bring them to their very end. I always find a freaking way.” Cataleya's lips stretched into a smirk as she walked on the tarred road. It was midnight. The town was still and ser