Seras Victoria X Alucard Novels & Stories

The silence of the Volkov estate was shattered by the screech of tires against gravel as Alexei brought the armored SUV to a violent halt. Victor didn’t wait for the door to be opened. He lunged out of the vehicle, Serena’s limp body cradled against his chest like a broken porcelain doll.

Seraphina tried to be firm but her soft voice betrayed her. Even still, Bethel sighed and seated herself next to Seraphina. “Familiars are the animals which Vampires can shape shift into. When a vampire child is born, they will have a silver birthmark which shows what their familiar will be. Familiars are a reflection of a Vampires true character.” Seraphina’s brows were knitted trying to make sense of what Bethel was saying. “Is that why Lord Stevano of House De-Buccleuch has that silver serpent on his face?” whispered Rose. “Yes, his familiar is a serpent, in fact the whole House De-Buccluech are reptiles of some sort, bunch of cold-blooded snakes” Bethel trailed off.

He angrily slapped this man in the face until his nose blew and blood flowed to it. “Azrael, don't believe them. I'm sure they will still kill your girlfriend. Let's hurry and save your girlfriend,” Seraphine replied to him obviously worried. "You're right. You are an animal! Let's meet in hell!” He shouted at it and at the same time took his M10. A series of gunshots were heard around. All the magazine content of his M10 he consumed in its head and body. Seraphine and him quickly went to the parking lot where he parked his Camaro. He drove fast to Akira's house at almost 120 Km/s. When they arrived at Akira's house, the door was closed but they immediately entered the front of their house.

Serina answered in her low voice. "How do you know my name?" Adrian asked with a frown on his forehead. “My ancestors once told me about a vampire who impressed herself, namely you as Adrian E. Harrison.” Serina answered with a mumble. But a second later, the expression on her face turned flat and cold. Even the color of her two eyes changed, which was originally black to green there. It was as if something had possessed Serina right now there.

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

The look of someone who had decided how this was going to go. The pale haired woman stopped ten feet from the bottom of the steps. "Victor Blackwood," she said warmly. As though this were a social call. As though she had been looking forward to it. "Thank you for the invitation. My name is Sera Veyran." A small smile. "I believe you already know why we're here." "I know why you think you're here," Victor said. His voice was even and carrying the full weight of an Alpha on his own land. "Whether you're correct about that remains to be seen."

Blood sprayed. Druscilla flinched back in her seat, eyes wide—terrified, but I caught the flicker of relief too. She'd never seen this side of me. The monster. The guy lifted his head, nose smashed, blood pouring. A tattoo curled behind his ear—Vladka. Serpent and scorpion ink. Street-level scum. I didn't give a damn. He snarled, "Hey, who the fuck do you think—" I drove my fist into his face again. Bone crunched. Grabbed his wrist, yanked his arm straight.

It would be corrupt. A rare alchemical brew I’d stolen from one of Sebastian’s own warlocks—a volatile serum that would induce hallucinations, delusions, or violent hysteria depending on the drinker’s inner demons. One drop was enough. One sip could turn the mightiest into trembling wreckage. I had coated the rim of one single goblet. The one that would go to Councilwoman Vespera—a high-born vampire witch whose influence could tip the vote on the soul-bond ritual. She was powerful, but arrogant.

Recognizing the unmistakable aura of a vampire, his instincts bristled with a mix of curiosity and caution. Seraphina, guided by an invisible thread of destiny, descended gracefully into a moonlit clearing, her wings folding as she touched down with an elegance befitting her immortal lineage. It was then that she saw him—Adrian, the werewolf whose reputation preceded him, stood before her, his gaze piercing through the veil of shadows with a mixture of suspicion and intrigue.

He was trying to rattle me, scare me and Break me. But I won't allow him to do that. I won't allow him to see fear in my eyes. “You keep acting like there’s a line between us, princess” he murmured as he got on the bed crawling closer to me. I swallowed a lump I didn't realize had formed in my throat, as beads of sweat start to form on my forehead. “But the moment our blood mixed, the line disappeared princess nyx."he added. I narrowed my eyes, refusing to back down. “This bond doesn’t make you my master Alpha, I am the vampire princess not one of your loyal dogs”