Blood Awakening: The Strongest Hybrid and His Vampire Bride

Chapter 89: The brutal way of the lycan

Unlike their counterparts, they do not struggle in the sunlight or have problems living normal lives amongst humans. No matter their bloodline or purity. Compared to vampires, where the lowest bloodlines will burn into ashes under the sunlight.

However, if based only on this face, they would never be considered one of the dominant races of monsters. Why? Because they lacked magic! Although they could use their aura to form something that resembled the blood arts of a vampire, it was considerably weaker.

So...

Why were werewolves always placed directly at the top beside vampires as members of the top six races regarding danger, heritage and power?

It is because a werewolfʼs power increases through their emotions and desires.

However, this doesnʼt mean their power can grow infinitely. The more intense a desire they have increases the amount of strength they gain.

Sometimes double, but in rare cases with royal blood, it can reach as much as five times its normal strength. Whatʼs more, the high nobility and royal bloodlines of werewolf clans have been trained vigorously from the moment they are born, both physically and mentally, to harness this power at will.

Thus, the other monsters fear the sheer brutal strength of their fellow monster.

Nikita was like most noble and royal children. Her abilities from both sides of her parents, which she trained and honed over years of hard work and effort, led to her distorted maturity.

However, Nikolai was different and didnʼt learn how to deal with these emotions or feelings. To make matters more drastic, from the moment his mother used her life to help him awaken as a hybrid, he lost almost three years of memories from when his training began.

These events meant Nikolai didnʼt know how to harness this power or control his emotions as a werewolf.

Normally, this wouldnʼt be much of an issue, yet during the ceremony, something went wrong and caused him to have his emotions sealed and locked deep inside himself.

So the moment he awakened, that seal began to crumble, and over fifteen years of feelings and desires leaked through the small doorway.

His Obsidian Tide was a miraculous and terrifying bloodline because of two things: it could merge, copy and perfect any bloodline below a god. Second, it amplified Nikolaiʼs feelings, emotions and desires drastically.

So the moment Nikolai experienced the near-death moment and found Nikita gone from his sight, that seal completely shattered. Suddenly, all his desires and feelings that the seal held back exploded. Not to mention because he was using his Lupus Diabolus form, which relies on the tainted Evil godʼs blood.

He lost control and rationality.

***

Two wolves gazed at each other, the flames around the building flickering, growing as they devoured the surrounding oxygen as fuel for their destruction.

A sticky, black smoke billowed and rose from the lower floors as if seeking escape from anywhere possible. Yet the wolves didnʼt react or move, a sense of curiosity and wariness.

The true courtship of werewolves was never gentle but a brutal fight between which wolf would stand at the top and which would submit to the other.

Male and female didnʼt matter—the concept of victor and loser was the only importance because a normal werewolf would never love another person after losing their mate.

Nikitaʼs mind was both disturbed and calm—trained to use this form of power. She could also keep thinking rationally despite her desires being so intense.

In reality, the reason for her strange attachment and obsessive actions towards Nikolai was that she never released this state of mind.

If Nikolai was a once-in-a-billion miracle, then Nikita was a once-in-a-million genius.

ʼNikolai... he said I am his?! Ah~ I have waited for those words for so long, even when that woman stole you from me, and you forgot how we met and kissed that filthy leech!ʼ

As Nikita thought of the vampire princess, a deep hatred filled her eyes, and her mind almost lost control. However, she quickly recovered because the wolf in front of her was far more important than the vampire.

She didnʼt see Nikolai as her future mate or her lover. To her, he was more than that since he appeared.

ʼHe is my fate~ I wonʼt let him stray again.ʼ

With a deep breath, her thighs began to tighten, and then her body vanished from Nikolaiʼs sight in a sudden flash of her beautiful white claws, small, sharp and elegant. His black eyes widened, the blue iris dilating before it focused into a vertical slit like a snake.

The moment Nikitaʼs claws arrived in front of Nikolaiʼs face, he moved his head to the left, allowing her claw to pass by harmlessly. Then he felt a heavy impact strike his chest, making him take a few steps back and throw his left fist out like a meteor instinctively.

The sound of flesh tearing apart echoed through the room. A trail of blood followed Nikita as she landed on the other side of the room like a sack of rocks tossed from a window while Nikolai stood where he was.

He lifted his arm to reveal the wound on his chest, a deep wound that instantly healed, leaving only the blood splattered on his shirt and skin as a sign it ever existed.

He lifted his head to see a similar trail of blood from Nikitaʼs shoulder as she landed with a heavy thud before she stood up, shaking herself. She tilted her head to the right to see the deep wound on her shoulder closing.

”I...love this..feeling...” Her voice was beautiful yet eerie, and the strange glow of her dull eyes became stronger as the white werewolf grabbed her shoulder and snapped it back into the socket.

”So powerful... my organs felt like they were dancing,” Nikita muttered. ”I will enjoy this.” She crouched down, her body growing smaller. Her ears flickered, watching Nikolai with her golden eyes as if waiting.

Nikolaiʼs mind was chaotic, the feelings towards Nikita, both as a woman and enemy, constantly mixing, obsession, desire and delight. He didnʼt understand what he felt. The only thing he knew was that the moment he saw her, his mind became filled with only her and the desire to crush her.

Nikolai couldnʼt handle these emotions and desires welling up in his mind, but thanks to that, his body moved almost entirely using instincts and began remembering the training he had forgotten because of the ceremony almost twenty years ago.

A smile filled his lips as he lowered his body, and then his body exploded, the muscles expanding and bones lengthening as they broke and reformed.

His clothes ripped apart, and the assault was so fast that the sounds of tearing clothes and him pushing off the stone floor sounded like an explosion in the air.

His right hand turned into a fist, and the moment he arrived in front of Nikita, his left arm swung out in a powerful, sweeping motion.

She barely moved her head to the right, but that wasnʼt the end. As the left arm passed, the right arm swung, and then the left leg kicked out, followed by a right hook, left kick, right hook, left kick and so on.

Nikitaʼs eyes were filled with delight and excitement as she ducked, jumped, avoided and moved around, almost touching and tasting the air around Nikolai as she dodged the barrage of attacks.

It was like a beast fighting a graceful fairy that floated around it like a butterfly.

”Come on... Come on... I can take it!” Nikita shouted, a mixture of both desire and madness in her tone.

As she dodged, her hands would touch the skin of his face and chest, then a part of his back and thighs. She made small marks where she poked his flesh with her claws, while her cheeks became dark red, blushing, her breathing heavy.

Nikita was having the time of her life. It was like a child who finally found something she lost and needed to play and experiment with it.

”I am going to crush you!” Nikolaiʼs voice was deep, and the moment he finished shouting, his left arm swung, and the right hand clenched into a fist as he tried to hit the white wolfʼs chest.

Nikita moved her head to avoid the fist, then crouched down to avoid the following punch, but the moment she did, Nikolaiʼs eyes shone, the golden ring flashing as his twisted smile grew.

Instead of following the same pattern, as she lowered her body, he rushed her with his shoulder and smashed her against the wall, cracking it.

”Kaha?!” Nikitaʼs pupils dilated as she vomited blood, the feeling of her body breaking, her organs crushed, making her release an involuntary squeal.

However, even with his strength, Nikita didnʼt flinch or show any signs of her pain. Instead, she laughed and licked the blood that splashed on his lips before opening her mouth and biting his shoulder, then ripping the flesh apart.

She didnʼt stop there, grabbing his arm and kicking him back into the other side of the room. His muscular figure crushed and destroyed several pillars before his body flipped around and landed on the stone floor.

He rolled around for a moment before standing up and looking at his wound, which healed almost instantly.

”I... Love it!” Nikita giggled before she jumped, landing in front of Nikolai.

Nikolai responded with a fierce uppercut that caused a howl of wind and the surrounding dirt to form a small gale that swirled around his arm.

Nikita crossed her arms and used her aura to protect herself, but despite that, it wasnʼt enough to protect her from the impact of the attack.

Her body flew towards the ceiling, and then she crashed against it, creating a large hole.

Unlike the previous wound, her eyes opened wide as she lost her breath—with both arms broken, she looked at Nikolai in fear for a moment. Yet that was like a feather blowing through the wind as she rolled away, taking distance while panting.

ʼSo powerful~ Even a single mistake and my body will break. Ah~ it hurts so much that I want to cry. If Nikolai hits me again, then I might be dead!ʼ Nikitaʼs distorted thoughts echoed in her mind as her wounds dripped with blood.

Nikolai didnʼt give her a chance to catch her breath and rushed forward, his foot stomping against the ground, cracking the stone floor, but before he could attack her again, the sound of voices came from below.

”The lady said she was here tonight for a date! Hurry.” The voice was familiar to both the werewolves. It was a member of the Fenrir clan.

ʼLucas?ʼ Nikitaʼs madness began to decline as she rapidly returned to normal hearing his voice.

However, before she could call his name, two large black palms wrapped around her neck, holding her body a metre off the ground while tightly squeezing.

”Aggh.....Ughn....”

...and before she could react, a huge maw opened before her as Nikolai bit into her neck.