Blood Awakening: The Strongest Hybrid and His Vampire Bride

Dozens of bodies rolled across the floor, some dead, others deformed. Alexei and Nikolai stood back to back while panting, blood coating their claws and faces. The situation looked grim, exhaustion and frustration setting in as the human members of the SSS joined forces with the Nosferatu.

"Nikolai... what should we do?"

"Fuck knows!"

Nikolai's chest hurt—the bullets used weren't able to affect him to the same degree, but it still took several minutes for him to recover from the effects. His eyes narrowed, watching for any movements as their situation became a stalemate.

The Nosferatu heir sat with a scrunched-up face.

Despite most of the Alliance Members who remained to fight being wounded or dead now, the fact Nikolai and Alexei resisted seemed to piss him off.

"I don't know how long I can fight... Haa..." Alexei muttered, his arms covered in bruises and wounds that even rapid regeneration couldn't keep up with. The bone in his right arm fractured from fighting the older members who remained. Yet, he couldn't surrender and remained to support Nikolai.

"Well, you can always run brother, like those other cowards."

Nikolai sounded fresher at least, his voice calm and stable, but inside, his right side burned with a searing pain from two silver bullets lodged into his ribs, wedged just beneath his lungs.

"Why not give up, you filthy dogs?"

Finally, the elegant voice of the heir echoed.

His words caused the entire encirclement to open up.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

His fancy shoes tapped the ground with a unique sound, like tap-dancing shoes. His eyes burned with a seething hatred for the two standing in the centre of the hall.

The heir of the Nosferatu family was as pale as a ghost, with long, flowing white hair, a different form than the one he took a few moments ago while greeting the humans and social media stars.

Scars and patchwork skin covered his body, revealing that he wasn't born like this but stitched together from hundreds of different corpses. Only his face remained untouched, showing the pride of his family.

"I don't understand, what does that foolish woman see in you?"

"Who?!"

"Tsk... you don't even know who's affection you have earned, such a disgusting and ungrateful mutt!"

A deep hatred burned in his yellow eyes.

Yet Nikolai truly didn't understand because it wasn't Selene, or this guy wouldn't have let her go.

Who could it be?

He struggled to understand.

However, the face of the Nosferatu heir twisted in disgust. Come to think of it, Nikolai didn't even know this guy's name.

Maybe he forgot or the fact that there were several heirs of Nosferatu that he couldn't remember.

"I don't even know your name, idiot."

Nikolai spat on the floor, a glob of blood and one of his teeth splattering on the ground in front of the heir.

His eyes squinted as he stared at Nikolai.

"The name is Valan, Valan Nosferatu."

The male seemed proud and pleased with himself at that name, but Nikolai and Alexei just snickered, curling their lips into a smirk.

"What a boring name."

"Loser."

Taunting him, they spoke in unison.

The words caused veins to bulge from the vampire's forehead.

Nikolai could sense it—this guy was dangerous. The scars and stitch marks across his chest were from a previous battle, unlike the last makeshift zombies. He was the real deal—each of those parts was likely from an Elder-class vampire, maybe higher.

"You'll regret that..."

His hands stretched out in front of his face, with long claws growing out from his fingertips.

The moment after his figure blurred, Nikolai's instincts exploded, warning him that danger was imminent.

"Alexei!"

Valan's body appeared above the pair, his left arm growing to double its normal size, before slamming down big enough to crush the pair of them, but it didn't hit them.

Nikolai gripped Alexei by the back of his collar and tossed him behind, narrowly avoiding Valan's arm, but not entirely.

"Tsk... damn freak," Nikolai muttered, his left arm with four thick marks, deep claw marks from deflecting it.

The problem was that Nikolai could feel the same burning pain from the silver bullets a moment later, as the cuts began to boil, bubble and release purple steam.

"Cursed silver."

Valan turned to face him. As the two stared at each other, he licked his claws with a sinister smile.

"That's what we called this compound." He stepped closer, watching Nikolai's left arm convulse, tighten and cramp despite his attempt to hold it still with his right arm. "At first it troubled us how to avoid suffering the effects ourselves. Back in the early stages we used it to kill many, but the tests always ended in casualties on our side."

'This fucker loves his own voice... so annoying!'

With each step closer, Nikolai could sense that his Aura was weakening in his left arm and the pain from the wound growing stronger.

Alexei stood up and tried to come over, but Nikolai raised his right arm to stop him.

"Don't come, run and get off this shithole of an island."

There wasn't any need to let his friend die because of this.

Nikolai's father still wasn't dead, and most of all, because he felt that if he transformed into his evil god form that he wouldn't be able to keep himself sane and would kill anything that moved.

"Look at me when I speak to you, dog!"

Nikolai didn't realise, but Valan became furious at the fact he wasn't paying attention, not that he cared, but it was good. Anger would make the vampire lower his guard and give Nikolai more chances to move and act.

"Alexei, remember what you have waiting for you."

A face filled with frustration and anguish, Alexei looked at Nikolai's back, wondering when it grew broad. "You little fool... we still have training after this ends."

The pain in his chest and arm caused Nikolai's vision to blur, so he focused only on his enemy, Valan, while pretending to look elsewhere, biting his tongue to stiffen his reaction and focus his pain there instead of in his arm and chest.

"I SAID LOOK AT ME!"

WOOSH!

A gust of wind spread through the air as Nikolai's eyes widened.

'He's fast!'

The air sliced as three long claws cut through the air from above.

Nikolai stepped forward, leaning to the side before turning his body slightly, his claws pressed together into a blade-like form.

CLANG!

Sparks flicked through the air.

The sharp noise echoed throughout the hall, but Nikolai's body slid across the well waxed floor, while Valan just swayed lightly, a smirk growing on his lips.

"There we go."

"I'm sorry, Brother... I won't forget this!"

Nikolai didn't even try to attack. It was his way of buying time for Alexei to escape.

A few seconds later, Alexei disappeared out the doors and towards the docks.

'That's it, my friend. Keep everyone safe.'

Alexei didn't realise that Nikolai never intended for him to fight until he died either, and with Alexei, most of the surviving Alliance members found their chance to escape because Valan broke the encirclement with his arrogance and pride.

"Yep, there we go."

Nikolai mimicked Valan as he stood tall and cracked his neck, the black blood of the evil god now pumping through his veins and curing the burning pain rapidly. All because he finally realised why and what the compound in that Cursed silver was.

'Blood... something my blood can easily copy, and become immune too.'

That's when Nikolai's eyes widened—they captured his aunt Anastasia for her blood because she inherited the same blood as Nikolai, but it was incomplete and could only copy a portion.

'What if they didn't capture my aunt to make it, but to stop the Volkov family from resisting or forming an antibody/cure?'

It made sense to Nikolai because ONLY the Nosferatu would know the traits of his family's special blood—other clans lost their information when the first tower fell thousands of years ago.

No, this is what they wanted them to believe:

That it was Volkov's blood that made this cursed bullet.

To break the Moonlight Alliance and turn everyone on the only clan able to counter them.

"What...?"

Valan gasped, noticing Nikolai's change in atmosphere. His words became strong, deep and filled with vigour, no longer the weak and half dying tone he used earlier.

"Hey, vampire."

Nikolai's lips raised, revealing his fangs as he looked at Valan.

His face became distorted, almost looking like a different person, no more blood dripping from his left arm. Nikolai's eyes turned pitch black, with a golden ring as black fur started to form, and his height and figure increased.

"Do you think you can defeat a werewolf in physical strength?"

The moment Nikolai spoke, Valan's eyes spread apart with dilated pupils. He gazed up at the massive figure of Nikolai, and before he could react.

Nikolai imitated his earlier attack with a real werewolf claw.

ROAR!

The floor exploded, and the building shook as if someone had set off a bomb.

***

Meanwhile, near the pier, a large boat filled with hundreds of people waited... Kumiko called out to Alexei and the people escaping the hallway and started to collapse.

"Run faster!"

"But my legs..."

Selene, Nikita and Risa, all in their combat gear, helped the people load onto the two boats, one large and the other built for speed and for Nikolai's women to escape.

"Hurry!" It seemed their plan would be successful, with the most important members loaded onto the boat as it started leaving the port, most guns now destroyed and disabled thanks to Kumiko's actions.

"You used your actual body to destroy them... I am so mad at you!" Nikita pouted.

"Stop complaining and start the boat!" Risa and the others rushed back to their speedboat, but then a voice called out to them.

A familiar voice.

"Dear sister, are you really going to leave so soon?"

An icy chill suddenly spread through the air, and the surrounding trees and ground froze.