Blood Awakening: The Strongest Hybrid and His Vampire Bride

As the car sped down the roads, avoiding the strange cameras that would charge a person for their carbon emissions. Nikolai enjoyed the sights, a little different from the neon colours of his beloved S-City and the Slums, where he spent many nights with Nikita.

The Londis nightlife held a unique and more flashy style.

Well, until they entered the Silver Clan's territory, the Red Fox hid deep in the eastern boroughs, where people became rougher and more violent. Although in the distant past, this place was a more high-brow and beautiful place, now migrants and people from war-torn countries with no rights being here dominate.

Public safety down, crime increasing each month, and the crossing of small boats bringing more of the unwanted and dangerous extremists led to the fall of this beautiful kingdom that once sailed at the top of the world as one of the strongest and most honoured nations.

"How is the car, Clara?" Nikolai leaned back against the smooth black leather seats with a faint squeak, the pressure and weight distribution in the Supra GTX allowing him to enjoy the journey without feeling uncomfortable.

"It's amazing!" The fairy beamed, her eyes almost shining despite being black, she held Aru between her breasts while amazed at the bright signs and various ads that covered the buildings... "It also smells REALLY nice."

Eh... that smell is probably me, though.

Nikolai didn't mention that, and instead smiled; he no longer denied that his body emitted a calming vanilla scent aimed at making women feel good and more inclined to approach or speak to him.

"Then shall we rush to the end?"

"Yes!" Her bell-like voice echoed as she bounced on the seat with a giggle.

Vrrooom!

He pushed down the accelerator, and the digital needle reached the red zone, indicating speeds far beyond the legal limit. However, with the tiny police force, it was only the SSS who would chase him.

The GPS flashed with the location of their journey, the Red Fox... a club with an ironic name, as the only red fox they could claim in the Silver Clan was Kumiko and her mother.

A female born from the bloodline of the legendary nine-tailed fox spirit, which led to the royal clan's demise. Devoured by the Silver Clan out of jealousy and their ambition to rise with a more powerful bloodline.

Meanwhile, behind them, in his elegant but slower M2++, Ryan watched with bloodshot eyes.

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The city's nightlife lit up the sky with an array of colours; a place where monsters and humans intermixed, and gambling addiction was at its highest in the country.

Unlike S-City, the colours in this city carried a maximalist aesthetic with saturated colours, a mixture of some monochrome and stylish venues, rather than all following a single trend; it was truly a multicultural hub.

Clack!

Nikolai lowered the speed, their distance a few moments away, "How are you feeling, princess?" He asked as he leaned back on his seat, checking the fairy who gripped the tiger tighter in her arms... not that Aru cared.

"Amazing! It's so fast! bright and beautiful!"

Her wings fluttered, the soft glow making her appear ethereal, like a beautiful flower dancing on the night wind.

"When we get there you must never leave my side, or if I have to go... Ryan's. I will try to get a private booth but it might be difficult. Understand?"

He didn't care if she saw the violence, but this fairy was already someone he considered close to him. If she became tainted by some filth from another country, he might just burn half the country in rage.

"Fufu~ Brother Nikolai, do you think I am some little girl? I know the world... af,ter all that man is my father." Clara's voice transformed into a more sophisticated and raspy tone as she gazed into his eyes, her lashes fluttering faintly. "I will listen to you, because your voice makes my stomach feel funny."

Ah... how adorable can you be?

The constant desire to bite her neck, because of his vampire blood, to tear her heart out and drink slowly from his werewolf blood, couldn't compare to the dark and profane desire that came from his Lupus Diabolous blood.

Each time she spoke, blinked or looked at him, his mind melted.

Her sweet breath, like fresh honey and milk, danced through the air like a deadly toxin flooding his senses.

It took all his self-control to keep his hand on the steering wheel.

Then they arrived at a building that looked a little dirty, but the sign was beautiful, featuring a neon red fox in the centre.

A few men in leather jackets and baggy jeans stood nearby with silver chains around their necks. But the bouncers weren't human... over six feet tall, stocky builds, and exposed their werewolf features without care.

"It seems we've arrived." Nikolai turned the car into a secure VIP spot and took a deep breath, preparing himself.

Clack!

Nikolai slipped out first from the elegant wings and leaned inside once again with a faint smile as Clara's seatbelt dug into her hips. He enjoyed the silky touch of her pure white skin that bounced with the slightest touch.

"Oi, who the hell is that!?" A filthy monster who looked like a vagrant mumbled as Nikolai lifted the princess in his arms like a bride, his senses constantly listening to the surroundings and a fierce, unwielding smile grew on his lips.

Myao~

Aru hopped out of the car and landed on Clara's stomach with a soft squish~ the delicate fabric of her gossamer dress shifting with each breath she took.

"That girl is a beauty, what clan is she from?!" Another canine monster sniffed the air; these mongrels barely carried monster blood and couldn't even use a clan's name.

They sniffed the air as Nikolai ignored them. He watched Ryan's jeep pulling into the slot beside him, before he shot out with a thud, slamming the door and darting towards them. "You bastard, taking my sister like that!? Eh..." The moment he saw the face of Clara, Ryan's anger seemed to dissipate, and he became silent.

"Well, since she's so happy... I'll let you off." He then noticed the gathering looking at them, and tilted his head towards Nikolai. "So this riff-raff, you're just going to ignore them Niko?"

"Haha, why bother. They're nothing but fallen trash, barely worth calling supernaturals."

"Hey! What the fuck did you say, bastard!"

A human-looking male stomped over with a sneer, his face covered in tattoos and silver chains around his neck.

Bang!

Before he could move or speak, Ryan's fist shot out in a strange direction, snapping the jaw of the man who had reached out towards his sister; the force behind the blow sent him backwards.

"What the fuck?!" One of the bouncers stepped closer to them with bloodshot eyes.

"Oi, half-breed." Nikolai's low, husky voice caused the air to tremble, as if he were commanding even the molecules of air to obey him. He then stepped forward, his height just below that of the half-transformed beasts. "Tell your boss a fighter from the Volkov clan has come to grace his shitty arena."

"Fuck You—!" The bouncer lifted his arm, muscles bulging in his face, chest and arm as veins pulsed down his temple.

"Idiot Wait!"

Another bouncer rushed over; his face paled the moment Nikolai mentioned his family name.

Nikolai didn't move and just watched the fist approach, powerful but overwhelmingly slow. He licked his lips while rubbing the soft hips of Clara, causing the fairy to huff, scowling at Nikolai with red cheeks, before his foot slid back.

Boom!

The floor cracked; his werewolf's leg smashed into the concrete as he pulled back his right arm. His aura flared, and a silver and black glow surrounded him.

Nikolai's action was faster than the two bouncers could react—one tried to stop the other, while the first one's punch reached halfway.

In the blink of an eye, Nikolai's entire arm cut through the air with a crisp whistle.

He held back just before it connected, however, the force behind his blow created a wave of air which slammed into the face of the bouncer and sent him flying backwards, crashing against the metal fence like a rag, a loud snap and wet muffled groan from his broken bones filled the air. Co#nt#en@t sourc@ed fro^m# M*V!L^EM!PYR – My Vi!rt@ua!l L$i^brary Empi&re.

The surrounding people all froze in shock and then backed up slowly, their faces white, and their bodies trembling.

Once again, Nikolai tilted his head and looked at the bouncer.

Behind him was Ryan with his customised Desert Eagles, designed to kill monsters.

"So, will you get your boss now?"

Nikolai's voice caused a surge, a wave to overwhelm the people queuing for the fight night, ready to gamble and drink their sorrows away—a place where even monsters could enjoy the comfort and delights that a human could.

Alcohol that worked on Superhumans.

Gambling on fights, in money, blood or even victims.

The underground arena, not connected to the Nexus, carried a brutal and bloody charm that most werewolves and combat-based races couldn't resist.

I can feel my blood screaming to fight. Nikolai thought as he saw the red sign, with a sensual fox lady opening her kimono and beckoning someone in. You'd think it was a brothel with a sign like that, haha.

The second bouncer and several of the serving staff rushed inside the moment Nikolai took down the rude first bouncer, with a new pair of superhuman beasts replacing them on the doors to keep the rowdy men focused.

"Wow... there are even humans who come here?" Ryan asked with a shocked voice.

"Interesting..."

"Brother Nikolai is so cool..." The cute fairy whispered as she grumbled about him still holding and fondling her butt with his hand. "But a little perverted!"