How Did Alaric Become A Vampire Novels & Stories

I express with a hint of frustration in my voice. “Skyler, my sweet mate, we are like kindred spirits in the vampire world. We possess an innate ability to provide solace and support to one another during our most challenging moments. Remember when I rescued you from the treacherous cavern? I apologize if no one has enlightened you about this aspect of our existence. However, time is of the essence, and we must act swiftly.” Alaric's face brightened with a bashful grin as he spoke.

"I wasn't sure you would." "You said you had information about Alaric." "Straight to business. Good." She coughed, and more blood spattered her lips. "What I'm about to tell you will sound impossible. You won't want to believe it. But every word is true." She stood with visible effort, her guards moving to support her, but she waved them off. "Alaric isn't planning to drain you and Nova. That was never his intent. He's planning to become you."

Alaric was the King of all the vampires in that conclave. "Fine…" Dominic sneered and walked out the door. King Alaric then turned back to Adira. "Adira, still you know you are forbidden to leave the mansion!" "I know, I know and I am sorry, I just wanted to see the fireflies. This was the last time they'd be coming out before they migrate again." "It's okay, after tonight you won't have to worry about this anymore." "How do you mean?" "Adira, you have never drunk human blood, thus why you haven't awakened your vampiric powers. But you are twenty now, tonight will be your awakening night! Then you will have a seat on the conclave next to me, just like Dominic does."

While she was looking for answers to her questions, something caught her eye. "A black cape? Long-sleeved white shirt? And a red bow?” Cyrille's eyes begin to widen. "This is how a vampire dresses in classic Dracula films!" she exclaimed. “Oh my—” She couldn't finish her words and immediately covered her mouth to keep from shouting. She was overjoyed with the mixed emotions she was experiencing at the time, and she couldn't believe that after days of fruitless hunting, she'd have the good fortune to meet a vampire.

A murmur rippled through the chamber. Aurelia frowned. “That’s comforting.” Lucian ignored the comment. “What did you see?” The elder stepped closer to the ritual circle, staring at the faded runes as if trying to understand what they had revealed. “The form inside the flames was not a Lycan wolf.” Another Lycan noble stepped forward, his expression grim. “Nor was it the wolf of an Alpha.” Lucian’s golden eyes narrowed. “Explain.” The elder exhaled slowly. “In the oldest records… there are references to a bloodline older than both.”

Who was crying, her hands were dripping blood and there was a man beside her who was holding her not to fall to the ground. "Evangeline!" Abu whispered and a member of angels cane down the skies and he saw Kram. "Archangel," he said in a soft voice as he faced him. Kram glanced at him and he saw Kram's face filled with sorrow. "We're too late! They already multiply," he said and Abu felt a pang in his heart as he watched Evangeline who was trying hard to stop his son who became obsessed with power and in wanting to rule the world. He saw Evangeline running towards her son who was fighting with his father at the top of a rooftop of a huge building, but then another vampire came in front of he

"I know you hate the Sullivans, but even the elders approve of Castellana as our luna. Wouldn't that be enough reason to accept her? Unless you want to be with Reina Harven." "I will choose Reina over that vampire-blooded woman any time," Alaric responded. Those words did not surprise Zack at all. Knowing the alpha, he won't be changing his mind unless a miracle happens. He was about to excuse himself, however, he noticed something black seemingly sticking out of the alpha's collar. "What's that on your neck?" he questioned.

Couldn’t think. Like I killed your mother. My mother didn’t die from thugs. Cleric killed her. And my father was alive. Tortured. Because of me. The door burst open. I didn’t look up. Couldn’t. “Don’t touch me,” I whispered. “Please.” Heavy footsteps. Then silence. Then— “Take your hands off what’s mine.” My head snapped up. Alaric filled the doorway. Not in hunting clothes. Not calm. Feral. His eyes were black, not blue. Claws out. Fangs down. His chest heaving like he’d run through walls to get here.

He instantly pulls his arm away from my touch; he looks at me with a great deal of anger in his eyes. "You have not answered my question. Who are you, and where am I at?" "Sebastian, Sebastian Belmont." "I do not know who you are. I demand of you to please let me go." "This is your home, my dear friend; where shall you go? I look at his face as he struggles to find the answers, but he cannot come with one valid explanation as to where I shall be able to go. He has just realized, more than I, that he does not even know who he is. It seems that he has indeed lost his memory. It is somewhat rare but very possible to happen to a Vampire. There must have been an ingredient in the poison that has

In return, Alaric stroked her hair gently and said, “Don't be afraid, Celeste. With me around, no one can touch you.” Having said that, he pulled her into his arms. My father cleared the way while he walked, no one sparing a glance over me. No one noticed that two strong wolves had already clutched my throat, just seconds away from stabbing a dagger inside me. Just when they reached the entrance, I called from behind. One last time. “Alaric…” I whispered, “I’m pregnant.” He stopped instantly. Conceiving a child for a vampire is rare. Thus, very few of us, pure-bloods, were left. And whoever manages to have a child naturally eventually becomes the lord of the clan.