Novel & Cerita How Did Alaric Become A Vampire

Alaric asked coldly. The men shuddered. Then he stood beside me and smirked, “You might want to close your eyes for this.” “Hm?” I was bit puzzled. What kind of torture was he going to inflict on them that I hadn't seen before? One of the men abandoned his comrades and fled for his life. Heh, what a coward. I couldn't blame him though. Just then, Alaric disappeared from my side and halted before the fleeing man. “Going somewhere?” He said, before protracting his right hand claws and slashing the man’s neck, lopping off his head.

He dropped the wine glass in his hands on the table and leaned forward. "The Lycan King has a mate now, a Luna?" the elder asked and I nodded slowly. Suddenly, his expression changed as a smile spread across his face. He rose from his seat, falling his wine glass and spilling the content all over the clothe covered table. Looking up at the ceiling, he screamed, "the Lycan King has a mate now, praise be to the moon goddess." "I don't think you should celebrate something like this, Elder Hugh," I shouted as I too rose from my seat.

I gasped when I looked at my wet fingers. Paul lifted my chin and looked down into my face. With his thumb he touched one of my tears. "Kim …" My tears were clear. They were no longer blood. "What's happening to me?" I moaned. He examined his wet finger. "I don't know, but do you think …" I shook my head. I didn't want him to jinx it by saying it out loud. Was it possible that a Vampire dead over a year could become human again?

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

"Marcus cleared out your dorm room before he led the Fangs here. Your life as a student is over." ​"Because of you!" I shouted, my voice cracking. "Everything was fine until you all showed up! Why me? Out of everyone in that city, why me?" ​Alaric sighed and sat in a chair opposite me. He looked tired, but his eyes were still that piercing, predatory blue. "It wasn't a choice, Elena. Not for us, and not for you. That 'hickey' I gave you... it wasn't a bruise. It was a Mark. A permanent claim."

It was an exquisite torment, a dance of surrender and yearning. The vampire's fangs, unveiled like secrets shared between lovers, gently pierced her supple flesh. A sigh, laden with pleasure rather than pain, escaped Amira's lips, as if embracing a hidden union that bridged the realms of darkness and desire. It was a union forged in the alchemy of their souls. With each languid pull, the vampire savored the intoxicating elixir that flowed forth, mingling his immortal essence with her vibrant life force. The exchange was not solely sustenance but an enchanting pas de deux, a symphony of passion interwoven within their intertwined destinies.

Alessia will not casually spill Federico's secret of being an immortal vampire to anyone—let alone the dumb mortal girl who dares to force herself into Federico's home. But Federico does not nod or even look grateful at Alessia. In fact, his brow is beginning to droop low—almost as if he is displeased. "Hailey is my possession. You are not break what is mine," Federico replies. Alessia laughs without any joy. "You can find another servant to replace her. She isn't worth keeping when she's already so defective." Then Federico does the unimaginable. He walks up to Hailey and grabs her by the wrist. The poor, idiot girl startles, but Federico has supernatural strength—one of the perks of being

"I felt it at the house. I felt it when you took those keys." Alaric’s hand came up, grabbing my wrist. His grip was firm, but he didn't pull my hand away. He just held it there, right over his heart. "You're playing with things you don't understand," he said, his voice dropping even lower. "Then explain it to me. Stop treating me like a student and talk to me."

Alaric hadn't always been like this. He'd once been the strongest warrior among the wolf clans. He'd led armies at nineteen. At twenty-two, he'd returned victorious from the war against the vampires. Back then, when he smiled, every girl at court blushed. Then a witch appeared and laid the curse on him. He could no longer control his wolf. Could no longer love. Could no longer be loved. "The first three ladies didn't believe the rumors," Graves said quietly. "They married the prince. And they all died on the full moon."

Prince Ludiciel shouted. Alaric rose into the air, his eyes glowing a faint blue as he raised his hands, summoning a hurricane which he blasted towards the skeletons and soldiers.