Blood Awakening: The Strongest Hybrid and His Vampire Bride

Nagisa took a deep breath, with the spirit form of Elizabeth placing a hand on her shoulder, before the eyes of Nagisa glowed again, causing Nikolai and the girls to feel as if they were slipping back into that strange dreamlike state.

”Now... where was I...” Nagisa’s voice was slow and calm, speaking with a gentle tone like a metronome.

The beautiful Eastern-style room began to fade, changed with a foreign scene. It felt nostalgic for Nikolai, but he couldn’t quite remember why.

”...Ah yes...”

[This was the place we lived before the accident...]

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Before the group knew it, the scene changed fully, the misty walls focused, now filled with retro furnishings. An ornate grandfather clock rang out on a low, clear toll.

”Vladimir! What kind of deal did you make with those bastards?!” A voice echoed with a ferocious tone—a silver-haired male shook visibly, his hands clenched in a seething rage.

He pinned the vampire king against the wall, grasping his throat with a thud. ”TELL ME!”

”Ugh... I-Ivan!” The vampire choked, his words quiet and hoarse, unable to breathe properly.

”S-Stop darling, you know that Alucard isn’t related to them... he is a victim too!” A gentle woman with elegant black hair and red eyes clasped the muscular werewolf, her eyes shimmering with tears as she offered a desperate plea.

”Please believe me... he won’t betray us—I swore an oath...” Vladimir coughed.

”I’ll be the judge of that! Spit it out!”

”No, wait! Darling, please don’t do this...” This time, Ivan’s hands trembled, his eyes dilated, turning back to the crying female; unable to resist and make her cry further, he released the vampire king and tossed him aside with a grunt.

”You better watch your back... I swear if they come for us... we’re dead!”

”It’s alright Ivan... please don’t quarrel. Vlad was being too reckless...” A beautiful female with golden hair gave a bitter smile. Selene’s mother stroked her husband’s bruised neck while sighing.

Then Alucard, the old vampire from the Nosferatu, finally spoke. His eyes narrowed, but a deep power appeared within them. ”We don’t have time to waste. The ritual must be completed tonight, or both children will die!”

The moon hung overhead ominously, its bright halo peeking through a cloud bank.

Alucard held up one of the pages in his ancient spell book—a dark sacrificial ceremony designed to awaken and protect a hybrid using the ritual from the previous vision, which involved the blood sacrifice of several elders of a royal bloodline.

”All of you, bleed into the chalice, place the boy and girl on the alter.”

There was a small fox with golden hair and small thumb-sized eyebrows, an inheritance of the eastern shrine maidens who protected the world from evil. ”Make sure their blood is added to the chalice....”

Alucard seemed to read from a flesh-covered tome; his eyes looked at the various adults with a sharp, commanding gaze.

”Old man... if anything happens to my son... I will—”

Ivan’s voice stopped, cut off by the hands of Elizabeth as she covered his mouth; with glowing red eyes, his body trembled, and as if a tap opened, draining his aggression, he calmed down. ”Forgive us, Ancestor Alucard; My husband is sensitive right now.”

”Worry not child, I understand his rage, that pain... have you forgotten what they did to Mikaela?”

His tone seemed like a reprimand, while a gentle correction an elder would give to a child, as he gestured behind him with a nod toward a raven-haired beauty—his distant relative through his wife, Mikaela.

This comment made Elizabeth realise that the reason Alucard helped was probably related to saving Mikaela using the Báthory clan’s secret methods.

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The ritual started after the initial anger and burst of emotions, with the handsome silver-haired boy placed on the left, his lips stained red with blood from the chalice, and beside him, the sleeping fox also with blood from the chalice fed to her.

Both children seemed at peace as Elizabeth and Mikaela painted a blood pattern on their flesh. Vivid and twisted symbols representing the 71 demons and their lord, a twisted book created thousands of years ago when monsters still treated humans like prey, hunting, murdering and performing profane rituals of sacrifice.

At last, ten of the main sacrifices were slaughtered. As Alucard slit the tenth’s throat, pouring their fresh blood over the two children, the silver-haired boy woke first, and then the little fox child woke up.

However, their eyes were strange, one with pure black eyes, the other with pure white eyes, staring blankly at the sky.

”Elizabeth, Vlad, Ivan, Dimitri, Nagisa... Mikaela... Yurika and Arisa, we have to start!” Alucard’s face became serious as he held the dark, flesh-coved tome and began to chant.

With the first word, the entire mansion began to shake. A humming barrier faintly appeared, but cracks formed as a dark, twisted voice like the devil itself spoke and echoed through the mansion.

”Sic vetat amoveat ab animo vestro usque ad praecipitium!” (Thus, he forbids it to be removed from your heart even to the precipice!)

Alucard’s nose began to ooze black blood, his skin pulsing with veins... this was a profane ritual, forcing one of the bloodlines to awaken first, then using the powers of the other elders and mature monsters he would help the two children awaken their second bloodline.

A dangerous and reckless ritual that put Alucard at the most risk should something happen.

”Are the children safe?” Nagisa muttered, watching in awe as Nikolai and the female floated in the air.

”They should be fine—Risa and Luna are very mature.” The sharp and rough voice of the female nekomata responded.

Because Nikita, Selene and Lunaria were the heirs to the bloodline, they were sitting in the next room watching through a glass screen—what made the people watching this memory confused was the black-haired woman with six cat tails and a mature blonde woman with nine fox tails also helped the ritual.

Alucard and the other family leaders began to glow, their auras forcibly pulled out as Nikolai’s body began to transform... soft silver fur and sharp claws made his body transform into a small wolf... meanwhile, the female beside him grew long golden ears, and two soft tails and golden fur.

”The awakening is beginning, prepare!” Alucard struggled as the book almost flew away from his grasp... just as suddenly, the doors flung open with a thud... and the barrier shattered.

That instant, Alucard’s pupils shrank from the sudden event.

”NO!”

”PROTECT THEM!” He yelled out; his body was suddenly penetrated by a sharp black blade, oozing green liquid. Poison...

Dimitri acted fast and created a thick wall of ice between the group and the attackers.

”Fools, don’t you think we predicted this?”

”Heh... a mere dog dares fight against the glory of death?!” The bald attacker exploded, his body spreading poison and blight around him while decaying the wood.

”My lord, look what we’ve found.” A pale white-skinned monster smiled cruelly as his body twisted into something far more terrifying... ”Oh dear uncle, what are you doing here? This looks like a banned ritual!”

Chaos suddenly enveloped the scene... the mansion shook with ferocious vibrations as the attackers began slaughtering the group that had gathered to perform the ritual.

”How did they find us?!” Arisa glowed; her form transformed into a nekomata with four glowing tails: green, black, red and blue.

”Forget about that!” The mature female kitsune growled, her claws slicing through an undead elder before kicking his body towards the door to block it even for a moment. ”HURRY! The children are in danger!”

In response, Nagisa, Elizabeth, Arisa, and Yurika formed a circle weakened from the attack. They fought with everything they had. The battle was ugly and filled with blood and flesh.

Ivan and Dimitri rushed to the children’s room with Selina to save their children... however despite the first part of the ritual being complete... Alucard’s wounds stopped the ritual.

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”What are you doing here, Lenard?!” Ivan’s eyes widened. He saw the Hati clan’s current patriarch and the silver clan head beside him... but he held a bloodied Lunaria in his hands before tossing her corpse to the ground, her crimson hair spreading across the black tiles.

”Nikita?!” On the floor, Nikita’s back was torn open, and she lay bleeding. The betrayal of their former allies and subordinates caused the two wolves to transform into huge silver werewolves.

”Luna... baby? Speak to me...” Vladimir stepped forward, the pool of blood a trembling voice... his eyes dull and lifeless as his pupils shrank and dilated rapidly... ”Daddy is here, we have to save Nikolai, okay?”

”...Hey... my little girl, you’re just playing tricks on me, right? I’ll buy you that unicorn... so” —

He choked, unable to speak further. Tears fell freely, dripping on the bloody forehead of his beloved daughter. ”Y-you will come back... I won’t let you go...” In his hand, a crystal appeared, and a tool with a purple glow appeared; his hand placed it on her forehead.

However... while he extracted her soul... her body began to transform... loud cracks... broken bones twisted and bent in a strange shape... as a hidden member of the Nosferatu family stepped forward... his face eerie, with dark circles under his arms.

”We’ve done it!” His voice muttered, causing the atmosphere to become cold.

Ivan and Dimitri were slaughtering werewolves, trying to buy time for Vlad to say his goodbyes. Their silver fur was stained black when Ivan noticed the change in the smaller Lunaria’s body.

The dark necromancy of the Nosferatu allowed them to turn victims of their poison into eternal servants... zombies, skeletons, and their dream was to make a direct member of another royal bloodline their puppet.

”Vladimir, move away from Luna!”