Blood Awakening: The Strongest Hybrid and His Vampire Bride

Selene watched the two with a conflicted yet unbreakable gaze. She could feel something deep within her chest. Jealousy and hatred buzzed inside towards the beautiful monster Nikita, but she also felt something new.

’It’s strange... Watching those two together is so... So!’

She gripped her fist tightly and gritted her teeth as she held back her voice of frustration that threatened to escape her throat, unable to accept that she had such deep feelings for the hybrid wolf. ”Nikolai... That bastard... How dare he make me, the princess of vampires, feel like this...”

Selene had experienced nothing like this before. It made her stomach churn with unease as she thought about how stupid she was for allowing herself to grow attached to such an unpredictable and wild man.

Not only that, she was the one that sent him out there, watching the pair as they fought each other and the surroundings... A bizarre yet romantic fight, vicious yet passionately affectionate. She knew it wasn’t her place to intervene.

But she wanted to crush this scene... spears of blood formed in her hands, surrounding her body as her blood surged.

”Stupid, idiot, asshole, bastard...!” Selene said under her breath, trying to calm herself down before turning away from the sight before her, knowing it was better than getting involved in something she had no control over.

’I don’t want to leave... What if my place beside him should vanish?!’ She didn’t want to accept such an ending, not when he was the only person in the world she felt these unfamiliar emotions towards. But... What could she do? If it came to that, she would have no choice. ”If I stay any longer...

I won’t be able to hold back from attacking her!”

Her face twisted in an odd mix of anger, frustration and sadness as she watched the brilliant glow of Nikita’s face as blood splashed across their bodies. Her claws tore apart a powerful werewolf while Nikolai’s blade stabbed another, aiming at her back; their lips brushed together, and they tasted each other’s bodies as if they could taste it.

It was then she knew there was no chance for her—Nikolai and Nikita belonged to a world that Selene could not reach unless she dropped her arrogance and could change her icy and cold demeanour. With this realisation, with a rare, fleeting glance filled with affection. Selene finally turned to leave.

”Wait for me, Nikolai, you stupid, idiotic, moronic bastard wolf!” Her voice trailed off as she disappeared.

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Meanwhile, the heat of their bodies mixing, Nikita and Nikolai panted and groaned from the brutal fight, both covered in each other’s and their enemies’ blood. The rain did not stop and began to drench them to the bone.

However, Neither Nikita nor Nikolai felt finished.

The bodies of werewolves and Fishmen lay at their feet, crushed, sliced, torn and impaled by the two monsters amid their dance of passion and madness. Yet, as the battle continued, Nikolai’s fur turned black, his eyes now with icy pupils and golden limbal rings.

However, the moment the last of the Silver werewolves fell to his sword and Nikita’s claws, the tension in their muscles vanished, replaced with a sense of satisfaction. The thrill of the hunt and the exhilaration of combat slowly faded, replaced with the silence of death and the pitter-patter of rain.

Nikita and Nikolai stared at one another, their eyes filled with complex and dense emotion. The air grew heavy even so, with only their ragged breaths filling the space. As they gazed at one another, a sudden, fierce, and intense urge surged between them. Nikita’s eyes widened, and she gasped as Nikolai lunged forward.

His movements were ferocious and relentless, rushing towards her with a savage gleam in his eyes,

She attempted to react quickly with a complete shock, her claws striking the empty space Nikolai stood at only moments before, leaving a deep gouge in the stone below. The wind whistled in the background as Nikita turned her head to see a massive shadow approaching her. A deep growl escaped her throat, her fur rising and hackles raised in alarm.

”N-Nikolai! What are y—” her words cut off as he slammed his shoulder into her abdomen, lifting and pushing them into the mud below with a loud bang and cracking of rock. ”—Haa?!”

The rain poured onto their bodies as he covered her with both her hands placed above her head because he caught her off guard. And unlike him, her stamina didn’t recover after each kill.

As a result, she couldn’t match his ferocious strength and endurance, his silver-black fur covering his muscled back like a cloak. The rain soaked into the ground below them and pooled around the two monsters as they fought and grappled on the muddy surface.

”Nikolai!” Nikita struggled and attempted to buck her body upward, attempting to use the weight and momentum to push him off.

Still, the large male didn’t even budge an inch, his arms like steel cables holding her down firmly. The Fenrir werewolves watched with confusion at their behaviour, wondering if they were fighting or... before Lucas whispered something and the corpses and other wolves rapidly vanished.

”Nikita... you smell so good right now.” His deep voice was a low rumble that caused her whole body to tremble with desire, a feeling that only increased her already heightened arousal from the battle, making her unable to stop the shiver that raced up her spine as he buried his nose into her neck.

A sudden spike of excitement filled her body as he hungrily sniffed at her neck, the white fur still visible despite her reverting her arms to normal out of exhaustion.

”I can’t hold back...” He whispered into her ear, his voice a low rumble. His breath tickled against her ear, sending shivers through her body and a sticky heat growing within her abdomen as she felt him rubbing against her body.

”Idiot, you’re too rough...”

Nikita growled back, her muscular thighs tensing as they bulged slightly, attempting to push him off. But Nikolai didn’t budge, instead pushing his body down onto hers even further. His large, powerful hands gripped her wrists and waist tightly as he kept her pinned to the muddy earth.

She couldn’t stop the small moan that escaped her throat as he nibbled her earlobe.

The sensation sent sparks of pleasure through her, and she felt a familiar spark flowing through her body, a sense of heat gathering between her thighs, a soft whine escaping her lips as she finally gave a response.

”Idiot... We’re still outside. We need to get out of here... Let’s go home.” She whispered in his ear while returning the playful bite.

Their eyes locked in a heated exchange as he slowly lifted himself up and away, leaving Nikita panting heavily beneath him as she struggled to regain her senses. Water dripped from their bodies, soaked clothes hanging and clinging to their bodies as a black car pulled up beside them, with the driver’s section closed by black glass.

”Young miss, where too?” A voice came from the speaker as she dragged the half-entranced Nikolai into the back seat, the excess water squeaking on the leather seats.

”To Nikolai’s apartment, you know where right?”

”Yes, Young Miss.” The voice replied as she closed her eyes, trying to regain control of her breath. She didn’t realise Nikolai’s eyes as they looked over her soaked clothes, revealing more than they should.

Nikolai’s nose suddenly nuzzled against Nikita’s neck once again, taking in the sweet yet sour scent of her body, covered in blood, sweat and rain, making a strange concoction of aromas.

He didn’t care if she was a psychopathic, obsessive monster, nor did it matter to him if they were in public. Instead, his entire mind focused on her and the feelings surging inside him, making him unable to hold himself back anymore.

”What will I do with you... how many years did I wait for you like this...” Nikita’s eyes shone with a glistening light of delight as she grabbed his head, stroking through his silky silver hair while using her superior strength to stop him from taking things too far while inside her father’s car.

Her tail swished around and caressed his face as her legs entangled around his torso to help control his movements and stop him from moving too roughly. ”Be patient for just a little longer...” She whispered to him.

”I’m trying... It’s difficult.” He replied in a hushed voice as his tongue caressed the nape of her neck, gently sucking on her smooth skin, addicted to the taste and scent. ”The scent is so... alluring and stimulating...” The scent of their bodies mixed with rain made it so that all the other scents around them faded away, creating a unique atmosphere between them.

Nikita didn’t resist him but directed them using her hands to stop him from going overboard, her heart pounding as the desire inside her body began to grow more intense by the second. Her legs trembled and tightened around his waist.

”Don’t be impatient...” She whispered as her lips brushed against his before falling into a passionate kiss that was full of love, longing, and desire, only to be dominated by lust. Their tongues entwined, and their teeth clicked together in a shameful display of their extreme haste as they tasted each other, savouring the sweetness of each other’s lips.

”Mnnnn~”

”You... are so beautiful.”

”Really? Hehe~ Kiss me more...”

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The car suddenly came to an abrupt halt, the wheels screeching on the concrete surface and sending sparks flying.

A slow sound of mechanical parts moving and hydraulics spurting. It seemed they reached Nikolai’s apartment as Nikita and Nikolai’s hands slipped inside each other’s clothes, the back compartment filled with heat and condensation.

”Haa....ha....haa.... should we?”

”Mmm~ I can still taste you... let’s go, Nikolai~ this time, I can expect it, right?”