How Did Alaric Become A Vampire Novels & Stories

“And I’m not here to let you take her!” “Enough!” Elara shouted. Both men froze. She stepped between them. “This… isn’t the time for threats. I don’t understand everything yet. But I want to.” She looked at Alaric. “Tell me the whole truth.” --- The Fire and the War They sat in the garden until night deepened, and Alaric told her everything. How they met during Alaric-once human, a duke is obliged to choose a bride in the noble houses; He choose the adopted daughter of the delacroix.

He would have killed him for sure, but he got confused when he saw Alaric laughing, even when he was in pain. “She..she is yo..your mate, i..isn’t sh..she?” Alaric asked, grinning widely. Beast dropped him and hit his fist on the wall of the cave as hard as he could, making a layer of stones fall on the ground while Alaric coughed and laughed at the same time. “Sorry!!” he coughed and kept grinning. “I followed you,” he said. Alaric had heard their conversation and everything that had happened. To be honest, he was just keeping an eye on him; that was why Elder Ozul had turned into a vampire, and that was his main job.

Alaric let out a growl, power exuded from his tone as he made his command shockingly, " I, Alaric Valdamirovich as the crown prince of all the vampires command you to back off right now."

“Alarick, it's Drake! You saw it didn't you?" “June, this is not the right time!” cried Alaric. "You already know, don't you? I want to see him, Alarick," June said. “He's not the Drake he used to be, June! He doesn't remember anything!” cried Alaric. “June, I really have to go. I'll call you later," said Alarick again. He then hung up the phone. Alarick ran at full speed to give directions to those who brought the vampires as bait.

The others leaned in closer, their expressions piqued with curiosity. "Alaric?" Samantha repeated, a look of confusion on her face. "I've never heard of him." "That's because his existence has been erased from the history books when he was defeated over forty years ago," Lucas replied. "My parents told me about him when I was younger. Alaric was a Lycan who believed himself to be a god. He claimed to have been blessed by the moon goddess herself, and he convinced others to worship him as a divine being. Alaric's followers were fanatical and would do anything he commanded, even if it meant causing harm to innocent people."

"You said you survived the Black Plague, which implies you used to be human then. But you also said you are eight hundred and forty-two. The plague was in the 1300s. If you were mortal then, you’d only be like seven hundred. Plus, you and Silas are brothers because you were sired by the same guy. How can you be a pureblood origin point if you were turned? That sounds like false advertising." Alarick’s lips twitched with the faintest hint of amusement. "A valid deduction, though your timeline is slightly skewed. I did not mean I survived the plague as a mortal, Fiona. I was already a vampire approaching my second century when it swept through Europe. I was turned in the twelfth century, when

* Then she crouched in front of me, lowering her back to the height of my waist. She wanted me to climb on. Onto her back. Like a backpack with legs. In the distance, Alaric’s roar shook the trees down to their roots. I searched for him through the chaos and found him — three meters of black Lycan tearing vampires apart with a fury that was no longer strategic. It was desperation. His red eyes searched for me between every strike, every claw, every body that fell. The mark on my neck burned. His voice — distorted by rage and fear — hit me through the bond like a punch to the chest:

I heard Alaric shout at Kimberly after losing his patience, "Her wolf is one of a kind and born once in every five hundred years, and I know it has awakened. I felt it through the bond, and now, I want my pups with her so I can build an invincible and immortal army of mine." "Tha...That's never going to happen because I won't let you touch me again, you filthy dog!" I snapped, after gaining a little bit of strength, and opened my eyes to find myself in some warehouse, chained to a chair, laced with wolf's bane, with blood dripping down my head. My vision was blurry at first, but I could see them clearly. At least they were dressed this time. "Look who finally decided to wake up from her litt

He hadn’t completed his statement when he was suddenly pushed off of me by someone and raising my head, I saw an elder standing behind him, alongside some eavesdroppers. “You might have forgotten what you are, Alaric, so let me remind you. You’re a vampire Lord. Not a King, but a Lord. You’re a freaking vampire lord, Alaric!” He yelled at him and I turned to Alaric who was just getting off the floor. “Gee.:.” “How dare you marry another man’s reject knowing all of this, Alaric?” He asked and the moment his words “another man’s reject” hit me, I felt another surge of energy start to pass through me.

Alaric is a hybrid Alpha- A Lycan wolf, born from a Pack that rejected him for being different. It wasnt his fault that He was a wolf with mixed genetics from different subspecies of wolves ,yet his father had falsely accused his mother of infidelity, and when Alaric's wolf presented as a Lycan, he was cast out of the Pack immediately. He found solace among the local rogue wolves, who had chosen to reject Pack rules and live outside of the Pack’s conventions that mostly shunned anything different especially Lycans.