Novel & Cerita How Did Alaric Become A Vampire

"No you really need to hear me out, Jika ''I cried again but this time he wasn't going to listen to me as I could feel his bones cracking and it was obvious that he was going to fight with Alaric as he was already turning into a wolf. I knew Jika was a strong man but Alaric was much stronger and from royal lycan blood. He would not stand a match against Alaric and I can't let this happen. "Please stop!" I yelled but it was too late as he had already transformed into his wolf form and was ready to pounce on Alaric who was standing at the far edge of the hall with blood stains all over his body. "I've been lying to you!" I yelled but it was already too late as he was not able to even make it c

I tried acting normal as Alaric came over with my meal We have found out what he was doing, he was poisoning my people What! I almost blurted it out What do you meaning poisoning your people? Alaric Was standing just beside me as he dished for me He was corrupting the blood bags with a compound that can make us more docile, it seems he was looking for a way to make us mentally retarded so he would us a witch or siren to control us en mass, can you imagine the damage he could have caused if his plan actually worked? I mean he would have defeated the entire vampire kingdom without even having to face our army or even raise a finger. I am so furious right now

Five years is but a blink in a vampire's eternal life, but it was long enough for deep love to curdle into betrayal, for an immortal vow to become the cheapest of lies. Alaric turned me around to face him, his crimson eyes burning with a heat that felt like it could melt me. "Five years, and all I want is to lay the entire world of darkness at your feet." He slowly bent down to kiss me. If I hadn't found that red hair by the pool last night, I would have willingly believed his performance until the day I died. Just as his lips were about to touch mine, the sound of flapping wings broke the night's silence.

They needed reassurance, and they needed a vision for the future. Alaric, the former vampire king, stepped forward, his presence commanding but subdued. Despite the mistrust many wolves held toward vampires, Alaric had fought alongside them to defeat Diablo, and his bond with Tonya, the daughter of the Earth Goddess, gave him some measure of credibility. He raised his hands to calm the murmurs in the crowd.

Alaric said with a smile. I couldn’t smell whether he was lying or telling the truth because that fucker had the ability to mask the scent. Now that he had become the Elder of his coven, his powers had been increased. Not sure what exactly. "Then stay away from her, Al, because it looks like you’re not able to get over the little attraction that you have for Moana even after months," I warned him. I knew Alaric from the moment he was turned into a vampire. This was unlike him. He was the kind of person who would have slept with thousands of women by now but never had any feelings for them.

Alaric and Rodrigo told him about them being vampires when he was fourteen because he started suspecting and saw lots of evidence. He was surprised but not so much, he recalled Alaric drinking a man's blood when he first met them when he was little. I was annoyed they allowed a little boy to experience that but he swore he didn't know Colton was looking. Colton had adored them more than ever since. Although he hadn't made a decision if to be a vampire like them or not. We would take things slowly and if he didn't want to be one , we would accept him for his decisions.

"You’re the only one who knows the truth. You’re the only one who can help my father if I don't make it." ​The growl came again, louder this time. It was a sound of pure possessiveness. The bushes fifty yards away parted, and a massive shape stepped into the moonlight. It was Alaric, but he was changed. His clothes were shredded, his muscles had doubled in size, and his skin seemed to shimmer with a dark, violet energy. His face was a mask of jagged bone and golden light. He didn't look human; he looked like a god of the underworld.

Alaric had sent the maid to the log cabin to gauge our attitude—he wanted to see if we were ready to apologize. The maid who was sent to the cabin was shaking from head to toe. Upon getting the bad news, Alaric shoved Elena away. He didn't care about the herbal medicine that had spilled over the floor. He dashed into the log cabin. "How is that possible? We just drew a little of her blood. How could she die from that?" He mumbled. Panic grew when he saw the blood on the floor. Then, he opened the door to the bedroom and saw my lifeless body.

But I saw it. She turned, finally looked at me. Eyes dark. Careful. “I don’t know what you mean.” “Oh come on.” I pushed off the bed, walked over, grabbed a cookie even though I wasn’t hungry. “Christopher. The quiet one with the hood and the murder stare. He’s a vampire, right? Don’t lie. I already know.” Nicole’s jaw went tight. “You shouldn’t talk about things you don’t understand.” “So that’s a yes.” I took a bite of the cookie. Chocolate chip. Good, actually. “He saved me once. From drowning. Left me a note. Then another one. And now he’s acting like I’m the one who bit him. What’s his deal?”

Elyx had sensed that Alaric’s decision was final, that there was no convincing him or forcing him—and he knew when to retreat. “I know you didn’t use anyone, Adelaide,” he added, like he was trying to rebuild something between us. “But you have to understand—this is all very confusing to me. One moment, I think my friends are dead, and the next, you’re telling me our old professor is half-witch, Alaric is some kind of vessel that you had to prepare with your glowing eyes, and your mother has been planning to bring back the King of the Underworld, who I believed was a myth, for years.” I said nothing, just let him speak.