How Did Alaric Become A Vampire Novels & Stories

Alaric sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, his hands resting on his knees. “No,” he said. “Not anymore. And never fully, even before.” She joined him slowly, careful, like stepping toward fire. “Tell me.” He met her eyes, then spoke. “My mother is the daughter of Lord Vellaria. He was once a powerful vampire, a warrior who fought beside Valus himself. But he gave it all up for love—a mortal princess from the human realm. To marry her, he asked Queen Vantessa to seal away his blood. He became fully human, and they had my mother, Anathra.”

He asked once he had his fill. "The faceless man isn't a vampire like we all thought." Alaric looked at me, confused. "I think he's a hybrid." I paused. "He had claws which he used as means to cast a spell on me to make me forget our encounter," I said as I recalled the encounter. Alaric’s eyes narrowed in realization "But you didn't forget." He muttered in surprise.

VELARA'S POV Alaric groaned, his voice breaking as he whispered, “I am so sorry, son.” Turning my head, I glanced at him. His face was so swollen and bruised that he was barely recognizable. He coughed harshly before slipping his fingers into his mouth and pulling out a tooth. Damon’s response came in the form of a low, dangerous growl while I rushed to help Alaric rise to his feet. Behind me, the sickening sound of cracking bones echoed as Damon shifted back into his human form.

Alaric sighed dreamily, kicking a chestnut down the trail like a lovesick pup. I chuckled, shoving his shoulder lightly. “I know. If you really—” I mimicked him, clutching my chest dramatically — “get past the whole bloodlust thing, she’s just… passionate in a carnivorous kind of way.” He groaned. “You’re never letting that go, are you?” “Not a chance.” I smirked, lengthening my stride as the warriors started disappearing from view. “Just don’t give her any of your STDs.” Alaric gasped, clutching his chest like I’d wounded him. “Excuse me? I’ll have you know my bloodwork came back cleaner than your sense of humor.”

A high-ranking vampire had already lunged at Alaric, sinking its fangs into the crook of his neck and shoulder. Alaric let out a strangled grunt and collapsed. I saw the wound on his neck blackening rapidly — vampire venom, lethal to werewolves. In my past life, I'd panicked. I'd screamed for Cain through our mate bond. Cain sensed it and rushed back. I shoved my mother's only heirloom — a moonstone — into his hands and told him to press it against Alaric's wound to draw out the poison. Cain did as I said. Alaric woke, and, grateful for Cain's loyalty, granted him the Northern Territory on the spot.

Anytime we do extra he always cheeks in on me. “So, do I get an answer to my question?” I asked him and he sighed. “Alaric is an ancient artifact that belongs in a museum but somehow still roams the earth after a thousand years,” Fred said with a straight face and I could immediately tell where Isla got her sense of humor from. “What I'm hearing is that Alaric is a vampire, with that age he's probably a vampire lord and both of you have a love-hate relationship,” I said to Fred who scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“I know, but that’s the funny thing about the miracle that it happens every day. But this is not a miracle but a curse for me, and I swear that I will swipe the whole existence of those mutts from history slowly and gradually. I will show those mutts what kind of monster they had accidentally created.” Alaric informed the same Elder Ozul, who smiled at his achievement. He had perfectly brainwashed his weapon in all these years against werewolves. It cost him a lot of things, though. He had to kill all those vampires who knew the truth about what had happened with Kennedy Wayne and the fact that she was actually a werewolf, not a vampire. And she was raped by vampires, not by a werewolf.

The dim lights started to flutter on and off as the physical digit between the vampires and the wolves seemed to intensify and I started to break towards the exit, my back already bleeding from my previous cuts. Tears spilled from my eyes and I prayed none of the vampires could smell my blood. I was almost at the exit door when I was dragged by the hair and a sinister voice whispered in my ear. "Where do you think you're going, little lamb?" That was the only warning I got before the vampire sank his lips into my neck. I screamed trying to pull away but my entire body became weaker as I fell limp in his arms. I could feel myself slipping away, my life in the hands of the beast that kept suck

Jasper answered and said that he had been training those Drudge Vampires for so long because he guessed that there was going to be war starting from that day, when the heart of the Vampire that craves for Human's blood began to beat. The Cadicarat that was made hundred Centuries ago between the Alpha of the Jules' Werewolf pack and the Lord of Vampires has certainly broken; if not, how come the heart of the Vampires that craved for blood had suddenly come back to life and it's now beating. No one knew what the Cadicarat between the Alpha and the Lord of Vampires was because it was a secret that they died with.

So she went back to telling the story. “As commonly told the White Bat Alucard bit into his first human and created the first and Original Vampire. Causing the White Wolf Alpharix to also later bite his own human creating the first Lycan (Book 2). The White Lion is also another story. (Book 1)