Vampire Diaries Arcadius Novels & Stories

I couldn't blame him, though; no one could hear the car's soft-running engine unless they possessed power like mine. Being a Lycan, I not only had sharp eyesight that could see through thick darkness, but I could pick up any smell or hear anything, even if it was still miles away. "Doctor Kedeva is approaching; open the gate for him." I said it firmly, emphasizing the urgency in my voice. The guard hesitated for a moment before finally nodding and reaching for the gate controls. The car drew closer, and I sensed the increased thumps in my heart. I was happy that Sony could finally get a treat and mad at Kedeva at the same time. He knew how important he was at the pack and that he was suppose

She shot up and ran out of the room crying, having no choice but follow my command. It's for her own good. I can't have here hanging around in my room after I just found out my control over my lycan has dwindled. That never happened before, and I have no idea why. My name is Alaric Romanov Dmitri Graymore. I'm a Lycan, and I need a son to finally claim my throne. This is what my father wanted before he could pass down the title to me, as the Lycan King. I'd searched high and low for my mate, and when I found her, somehow I had this weird, nagging feeling telling me that this isn't right. I ignored it, and took her against her parents' will.

I added through a kiss to his lips. He watched Randy as I passed him in the hallway. “Please make sure she doesn’t get too close. We can’t catch most mortal diseases but I don’t want to take any chances, considering out surprise guest.” “This has nothing to do with me, Lycan,” Russo affirmed. “But I understand your distrust.” I had changed upstairs into something more appropriate and met Randy on the front porch, the two of us sprinting through town square until we reached Martha and her half-brother’s home.

“I cannot watch you die. You can go back to hating me when you are okay but just let me save you. Please, I beg of you.” Seeing the look of frustration in his black eyes, and also the fact that she was almost losing control, Mariah decided to just give in. As soon as thought it, she grabbed his hand and her elongated fangs dug into his skin. Alaric winced in pain but he held on. He watched her, right now, he couldn’t perceive Modach scent on her but a scent he had never perceived in his life before. He watched as she sucked his blood hungrily and he knew it wasn’t just because he told her his blood could heal her. She was feeding on his blood, like a wild animal. Like he was food to her. The

"Alaric, get up. Please get up. PLEASE..." "No..." I sniffled. "No, you promised. You promised you would protect me. You promised..." I refused to believe that he was gone as the bond went silent. "ALARIC!" I screamed with everything I had, my voice breaking. "NO! COME BACK! PLEASE COME BACK!" "He's gone," Viktor said coldly. "The Lycan King is dead. Long live the new era." "I'll kill you," I sobbed, still fighting even as the sedative dragged me down. "I'll kill all of you. I'll rip you apart..."

The Crescent’s light shifted its hue, the silver edged in something darker, older. I pressed further into the place where his consciousness flickered between depths. And found him there — suspended, wounded, holding. “You can let go,” I whispered internally. “Not into death. Into me.” His eyes did not open, but something within him stirred. Marcus’ grip tightened around Xavier’s consciousness, protective and terrified. “If you do not release control,” I said firmly to the Lycan presence, “you will lose him anyway.” The words hung heavy. Artemis’ breathing grew shallow. Her light began to thin dangerously. I could feel her strength bleeding into him, patching wounds he refused to acknowledge.

“Well, if you start glowing or shifting into a three-headed beast, do let me know. I want a front-row seat.” Back by the center of the room, Lucian nursed a dark glass of crimson wine. He felt it before he saw it—a familiar presence brushing against his senses. “Lucian D’Arcy” came a honeyed voice. Lucian turned slowly, eyes narrowing as a tall fae approached, shimmering in layers of gossamer robes. The fae smiled broadly, golden hair cascading down his shoulders like silk. “Alaric,” Lucian said with a nod.

He looked at the berries in my hands and gave a small, grateful smile. “Thanks,” he said simply. I handed him a portion of the berries and sat down across from him. He took a bite, chewing thoughtfully before speaking again. “Do you remember how we used to run into the woods together, the four of us, and pick berries?” He asked, his voice tinged with nostalgia. I nodded, the memories of simpler times flooding back. Those days had been filled with laughter and camaraderie, before everything had become so complicated. Jasper’s expression grew serious. “Elias is Lucas, the Lycan King,” he said abruptly.

Alaric replied smugly. Hades nose twitched, and his eyes hardened as he heard Alaric’s comments. Alaric’s parents watched with keen interest as the drama unfolded, “let them go Hades, Alaric would do the girl no harm,” Damien intervened, calming the tension in the room. My eyes found Priya who looked proud as she noticed the vampire prince approach me. “I believe you owe me a tour,” Alaric said, his cold hands grabbing my sweaty warm ones. Priya gave me a thumbs up with a proud smile on her face, Alaric softly tugged in my arm pulling me slowly out of the courtyard.

Every time either of them moves, the smell of them fills the small space; Jon's earthy musk, Arc's clean spice, and it sends heat flooding in my stomach. We should be going home. But I don’t want to be alone. Not tonight. "Let’s go to my place," Arc had suggested as we left school. His voice was low but firm. "It’s closer. Quieter." Jon had hesitated, eyes flicking to me. I nodded without thinking. I need quiet. But I also need them. Now, as we pull into the long, winding driveway that leads to Arc's house, my breath catches. The place is massive. Gothic. Like it belongs in a vampire novel, with ivy crawling up the dark stone and black wrought-iron gates that creak open as we pull through.