Blood Awakening: The Strongest Hybrid and His Vampire Bride

Nikolai's body began to scream—his muscles ached and bones cracked as he was pushed beyond the limit of his body, finally reaching the limits of his current supernatural body with blood staining his hands and face. He panted while avoiding another fist, letting the thrall lose balance as his knee shot up like a rock, crushing the thrall's nose.

"Hrk..."

"Tsk... so many flies!" The voice of Nikolai was hoarse, and his words slightly drawn out. The colour of his eyes began to fade, returning to a solid red, with both arms unable to remain in his Devil wolf form. Nikolai now had silver fur and claws all that remained with a broken left arm and his black aura fizzling into a weak silver glow.

"Haa.....haa...."

'I can't keep fighting like this... But I am having so much fun!'

He felt like he was dying. His heart pumped at a speed that would kill a normal person, and yet he was still alive, and his heart rate was still increasing.

It felt like a metronome controlling the tempo of his movements as a squire with immense strength attacked Nikolai with a powerful kick. His entire leg was reinforced with an aura of blood.

The power of his Obsidian Eyes and Focus were fading. He forced his arms in front of his face, parting them to take the brunt of the kick's force while biting down. His eyes filled with a crimson glow.

"Die filthy dog!"

"Kuk..."

Nikolai groaned in pain—his bones cracked under the weight of the kick, and yet he smiled as his body continued to move—like a turning top.

His body used immense force and pain to spin around, using his silver claws and digging into his opponent's flesh. His other hand grabbed onto the Squire's neck and squeezed.

'My arm feels strange...' Nikolai thought as he squeezed the vampire's neck, a strange feeling of powerlessness, making his left arm hard to put force into. Despite this, he could not understand it in his current state.

So instead, he squeezed even harder, and the Squire's mouth began to foam, his eyes bulging and blood pouring down his face.

"You damn insolent child!" A hoarse voice sounded before an older male stepped forward. The aura from his body was enough to make Nikolai 'feel' the difference in their current strength.

"Release him, or I will kill you!"

Nikolai's mind began to race—his Obsidian Eyes and Focus finally faded from his use. However, he could feel the strength of the vampire, and a sense of danger and dread entered his heart.

'Not good...'

He couldn't stop the noble vampire's fist in his current state; even at full strength, his body would likely suffer severe damage, yet when challenged and insulted, a Volkov would never relent! "If I am going to die! Then suffer, you old bastard!"

Nikolai's eyes became red, and his body moved faster than before; he opened his mouth and bit the neck of the vampire, ripping it off with his fangs.

Blood spurted out like a fountain as the vampire screamed in agony; the small amount of blood helped to heal several of Nikolai's wounds before the noble's fist struck his chest. The force of the blow was enough to send him flying into a nearby wall.

Crash!

His body left a massive imprint on the wall, and the stone shattered and cracked, falling to the ground with his blood. The emergency light began to flicker, and Nikolai spat out blood. A sweet taste of metal filled his throat as he tried to stand up, only for his body to fail him.

'No! Not yet... I have to keep going!'

Nikolai struggled to move, his body finally unable to move. His left arm had been crushed and broken, and he lost too much blood to regenerate properly. Even his vision started to fade. Yet his heart was sated, pleased with the chaos he caused, the violent part of his personality completely satisfied.

"You don't deserve a kind death to sully the princess and kill our kind—I am Adrian from the Lucile Clan and shall serve as your judge and executioner." The old man spoke as he stepped forward, the corpses on the floor flinging away from his body with each step. Then he stood before Nikolai, preparing to hit him again as Nikolai struggled to his feet.

"Peh! Just another jealous fuck. The princess already accepted my seed. She's this filthy, inferior wolf's mate. Deal with it, old man."

Nikolai spat at the man's face, a mixture of his blood and saliva splashing Adrian Lucile's face, causing the old man's eyes to become bloodshot. His face filled with veins as his mouth and nose scrunched together.

"YOU LITTLE INBRED BEAST!"

The aura and power of his fist caused the atmosphere to crackle. Then, the ground shook slightly as a bloody aura became visible without Nikolai's special vision.

He knew his death had come and embraced it. His body would not move, and his heart would give out in the next moment.

However, the old man's fist came to a halt before impact, and the sound of someone's boots tapping on the stone floor could be heard with a pair of heels in the distance.

"Now, now, Lord Lucile, using your full strength as an elder who has lived hundreds of years isn't befitting of a noble vampire." A rough voice, but Nikolai recognised it slightly...

It was the guy he tried to avoid, not because of fear but because the aura didn't feel disgusting and hostile like the others.

'Though the bastard is really fucking strong!'

"H-How dare you, a mere commoner and bastard child, stop this noble fist?!"

"You dare touch our noble master?!"

"Lord Baldon!"

The male finally showed his finger, and Nikolai's narrowed eyes gazed at the tall male—there was no feeling of disgust; instead, he felt an aura similar to his and Nikita's dad... He was just strong and made Nikolai want to fight him.

Yet right now, the man named Lord Baldon was holding the Noble's fist with an average but refreshing face. He showed a huge grin facing the old man while peeking at Nikolai several times.

"Do forgive me, Lord Lucile," Lord Baldon gave a slight bow, his hand squeezing the old man's arm, almost crushing the bone.

"Urk...?!"

"As you say. I am but a commoner born from a prostitute. So, noble etiquette and manners are beyond my capabilities." Baldon's lips curled into a wild smile, like a wolf rather than a vampire it felt ferocious before he continued.

"However, if you strike him now, I am sure Lady Tepes or her Hound would not hesitate to kill everyone in this room. You and I included. You are a powerful noble and elder in the Lucile clan, and your death would mean the loss of their guardian, right?"

"Hrrk.... you!" The face of Adrian Lucile looked angry, his veins almost popping from his forehead and face.

However, he could not refute what Lord Baldon said.

He knew that this young man was right, and if he killed Nikolai, then he was confident that he could kill Lord Baldon. However, the woman approaching would crush him. "Hmph! Do as you wish."

In a huff, the elder vampire of the Lucile clan turned away, billowing his cape while giving a sharp glare towards Nikolai, who had a grin on his face.

"Fuck you too, old man. Next time, let's fight to the death!" Nikolai spat, causing Lord Baldon to snicker, before he slapped Nikolai's head, causing his vision and brain to distort.

"Alright, young one, don't shout like a dog because you're excited to have survived." Baldon didn't speak in a mocking tone, nor did he look down on Nikolai. "You've got promise, but not quite enough power yet... I heard you have a duel in just over ten days against the Faust heir?"

"Ah.... who are you anyway? You seem different to those stalkers." Nikolai used his back to force himself to stand and realised that their height wasn't that different, but Baldon's shoulders were slightly wider.

No... He seemed smaller than before when he fought.

'Did he shrink?'

"Hmm? What's that stupid look for... Oh? By chance, is it because I'm shorter?"

"Yeah, you were huge before. What happened?"

"Well... can I even tell someone who might become my enemy?"

"Tch, don't be stingy—I'll tell you a secret of mine, too."

The young member of the fallen Baldon family looked at Nikolai and felt something strange. Other vampires and even the werewolves in this city would mock the normal families with little noble blood, yet Nikolai's eyes felt clear to him.

'This kid really is interesting—he's speaking to me as if we're the same age... I am almost a hundred years old... haha....'

"I'm Alexei—my mother was a common werewolf, and my father was a member of the fallen Baldon family. We can control our blood and bodies, so during combat, we enhance ourselves. That hulking figure is my combat form; it's a bit unsightly, right?"

The voice of Alexei seemed to be honest. He truly felt he looked unsightly. However he felt a strange tingle from the crimson eyes of Nikolai that shone and sparkled as if small gemstones were inside his iris.

"It was pretty awesome... you looked strong."

'Eh... what's this kid? His eyes sparkling like he saw something interesting?'

"Are you serious...?"

"Yeah! I'm Nikolai Volkov. My dad is Ivan, the strongest werewolf on the planet, and when my eyes turn black, I can see the strength and movements of my enemies clearer!"

'So this kid didn't lie...'

"Hahaha! I see—you aren't like those dogs who only seek benefits and one-sided deals! I will take this information to my grave!"

Nikolai didn't feel bad or worried about telling Alexei about his bloodline or the skill he used. Somehow, the eyes of this weird vampire felt honest and a little lonely.

"My Lord." A female voice sounded from the destroyed hallway.

It was the silver-haired werewolf maid who served Selene, Wilhelmina, who looked pristine. With all the corpses gone, she gazed at Alexei before going back to Nikolai. "I have cleaned up the 'garbage', so please return to the princess."

'Hmm... she called me lord, I wonder why? Is it because I banged Selen?'

"Ah, it seems your chaperone finally stepped in. Well, listen, Nikolai, I don't find you unpleasant, so next time you're free, visit the Iron Fist Gym in the south of the city, and we can train together. I would hate for you to lose in ten days, hahaha!" Alexei bellowed with his rough voice while using his hand to mess up Nikolai's hair.

"Tsk... my head, you'll break my neck!"

"Hahaha! I'll see you again, try not to act so recklessly in future. If you were to die, it would be a big loss."

Alexei didn't wait for Nikolai to respond—he turned away and headed down the corridor with his hands in both pockets and a wide grin on his face.

'Nikolai Volkov... To think he really is my idol's son. What a strange world, the man who saved me from death twenty-five years ago and now I saved his son.'

"The future doesn't seem so bleak anymore, Marianne." His hands held a silver locket with the picture of a lovely woman with black hair and dull red eyes.

"When I become a noble... I'll take you back from that disgusting family."