Blood Awakening: The Strongest Hybrid and His Vampire Bride

A world where they were bound by blood to fight to the death.

Rumours that once there was a truce and peace between the two races, which were proven by a union of the two species, were quickly forgotten the moment the male vampire killed the Lycan Princess out of jealousy during a jealous rage of blood fury.

The bloodline of the vampires and Lycans were cursed to hate each other forever, never to love or be with each other, and for their blood to boil at the mere sight of the other.

It was a tragedy, one that he and his children would continue to carry the burden off for all time.

Dracula Tepes I was the man who killed his beloved wife, a princess of the Volkov tribe with brilliant talents and power. Nobody knew why the two became lovers, for all the information about their short romance was destroyed after her death.

However, a child was born, and that child was the current head of the Tepes family. To this day, he remembers the night his mother was killed, a moment of jealousy and bitterness caused by a small rumour that had been quickly spreading through the vampire courts.

She had been accused of having an affair with a Lycan Prince, and the prince was from the Fenrir clan.

What had started as a harmless rumour had grown, and it had become so powerful that his father had believed the lie. Thus, he stopped drinking blood... The only way for a royal vampire to enter a blood frenzy was to refuse blood and feel an emotional trauma or desire strong enough to trigger it.

Blood frenzies were something that noble vampires despised; they would claim only low-born and low-blooded vampires suffered these fits and denied their existence. However, his father did not think of himself as an animal who could not control himself, and he would not allow the Tepes family name to be tainted in such a way.

And on that fateful day, his father attacked and killed his mother in a blind rage.

Many years later, as if to repeat the story, the heiress to the Tepes bloodline and the last remaining heir to the Volkov bloodline met... as if the curse not only pitted them against each other but also drew them together, like an unavoidable fate.

As if to please the gods that created them.

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Selene's mind became blank. She felt Nikolai's fangs in her thigh, sucking her blood greedily, causing her mind to become blank and dizzy. She could feel the signs of her frenzy growing, her nails grew into claws, her teeth became sharp and elongated, her eyes pure red in the shattered glass reflection behind Nikolai's head.

'Ah... I want to devour his blood, to leave nothing left... this wolf dared to bare his fangs against me.'

Although Selene could feel her chest throbbing in pain, her pale skin slowly drained of blood, her body held against the wall while his face rested between her thighs, his body pressed tightly against hers.

There was a fire burning within her.

Unable to resist the fierce feelings inside her, she stopped denying them. As her muscles began to tighten and grow slightly, she grabbed Nikolai's extended arm, one hand at the base of his shoulder, holding it in place, the other grabbing his wrists, the thick black claw unable to touch her.

"Mmmm."

Selene felt her tongue slide over his finger, the coppery taste of his blood flooding her mouth. Her scarlet eyes narrowed, a smile formed, the sharp tooth and her canine teeth growing slightly. Her jaw was wide enough to bite his head clean off.

"Ahaha... what a delicious taste, the taste of my prey, the one that dares challenge me."

Her voice was somewhat strange, filled with a wicked, lustful desire, a crazed look before she twisted Nikolai's arm with a loud sound.

Snap!

Nikolai's eyes widened, trying to escape, but her legs wrapped around his neck; the power of a true vampire awakened from birth more than he could deal with.

"A-ah."

His fangs were removed from her thigh, and she could see torn flesh and a bleeding wound, but it wasn't the same for his arm. Instead, his bone was exposed, and his flesh ripped apart, a clear snap, his body turning slightly before Selene pulled his body towards her, licking his wrist, a sweet smell filling her nose and driving her insane.

"Ah.. delicious. It can only be this taste..." Her twisted voice echoed before she violently bit his wrist, her fangs and teeth sinking into his thick, muscular forearm, the black flesh tough, almost breaking her fangs before she penetrated it.

A fountain of blood flowed from her mouth, a groan of desire leaking, her legs tightening around his neck as he tried to escape. The pressure almost cracked his neck, like his hand and her neck before—she captured his arm and neck in an armbar, her long tongue sliding across the open wound, as blood dripped down from her enormous mouth, slightly distorted like a true monster.

'I... can't... die like this! I cannot be devoured!'

His body shook with power, a raging power, a low roar that would scare most monsters, but Selene's lips sucked his blood like a vacuum, a primal desire that could not be quenched, a hunger for his blood.

Nikolai's body had lost control—the power was immense, but his bones and muscles were being crushed.

'What is this feeling?' His mind seemed to become clear, the blood frenzy from earlier now faded, similar to when he walked into Nikita's room.

A strange feeling filled Nikolai. It wasn't fear or disgust, but pleasure, desire and attraction to the monstrous and wicked for of Selene.

He found it beautiful... her soft, juicy lips stained with blood, her skin pale like snow and eyes red like rubies and her hands and mouth filled with blood, a true vampire in its truest form, devouring the enemy, the blood, the flesh.

The suction was overwhelming. However, Nikolai didn't want to lose.... his face pressed between her thighs... his blood dripping down her chest and body.

'I cannot lose.'

In a moment Selene was not prepared for Nikolai's strength increased tenfold, and the bones in his neck and shoulders began to crack before he gained some freedom, his face pressed against her exposed black silk thong.

Nikolai's body began to tremble while holding her up against the wall with a broken arm, causing immense pain. However, he grits his teeth and begins to fuse his Vermillion Essence and Celestial Aura. The blue liquid and red crystals in his blood began to fuse, forming a beautiful purple light, an energy close to the soul energy of the Jhin clan.

The more he used his energy, his hair began to grow slightly and turned silver, while his eyes became silver with red pupils. Along with his muscles and body growing larger, forcing Selene's body to adjust, a low groan escaped her lips as his hand grabbed her face, squeezing tight to try to slow her down.

"Agh....Ngh!"

Selene's eyes narrowed, her fangs growing long and sharp, while she dug deep into his arm with her nails, slicing open his flesh. Blood splashed against the walls and ceiling, staining her dress and face, but Nikolai refused to surrender.

His head became light, and his actions became based on instinct.

Nikolai's nails began to stretch and sharpen, and his teeth became like that of a beast—he wanted to eat her, and his mind began to fill with such a thought as he leaned forward and bit her thigh, not sucking her blood but biting into her flesh.

"Ahh... you bastard." The bite seemed to have affected Selene, as she finally responded with a normal voice, yet her bloody mouth and face were enchanting, and she remained in her state of frenzy.

"You will pay for this...!" Selene's legs began to squeeze Nikolai's neck and shoulders, her eyes full of murderous intent. The taste of blood in her mouth caused her to lick her lips in delight.

'This bastard really dared to attack me.'

During their bout of blood frenzy, their bodies had rolled and crashed against various walls in the VIP room, coating the place in their blood, and the entire room smelt like the scene of a massacre.

Selene could feel her power slowly ebbing away, and she could sense her body changing as if her transformation was incomplete and something else was mixing.

"Mmm."

Selene groaned, her eyes glaring at Nikolai, her claws digging into his arms, her own body coated in his blood and hers, causing her cheeks to become flushed, a feeling she didn't understand as his scent overwhelmed her.

'My strength... is fading. Why does his scent make me so weak...'

Her legs loosened, yet she didn't want to stop—something kept her blood boiling and the heat building in her body as she clung to his arm, with her lips parting, hot breath blowing against Nikolai's bloody wrist.

With a flick of his hips, Nikolai lifted her off the wall, his broken arm screaming, but he refused to lose and slammed her against the table, smashing several glasses and plates while pressing her face down with his mangled claw.

Now both of them were wounded, tired yet unable to quench the flame within themselves... an ancient curse that had lasted thousands of years.