Blood Awakening: The Strongest Hybrid and His Vampire Bride

In a dark room, the sound of chains jingled, followed by the sound of footsteps across the concrete flooring. Nikolai couldn't smell anything, but the thick scent of blood, bleach and ammonia, likely used to try to clean it up.

'How did this happen...'

He didn't understand why, but the moment Nikita appeared naked, Nikolai lost control. His blood frenzy activated, and by the time he was aware, his hands were playing with her chest. This led to him doing certain things and making a little wolf's howl so loud her father came to check on her and because of female werewolves' intense scent...

Nikolai was beaten and then dragged somewhere with a bag over his head.

'The crying voice of Nikita was so cute...'

[Which crying, when you were being beaten or when you made her squeal?]

'Shush... At least I know this blood art is useful for something other than fighting.'

[I'll tell Ivan he'd kill you if he knew you used your mother's blood art to make women cry!]

'Traitor!'

Another sudden metallic sound echoed like a heavy weight dropped and slid across the floor. Nikolai could hear the heavy breathing of the male in the room.

"Haa... My little girl.... isn't pure...."

Nikita's father stepped closer to Nikolai's body. He tried to move and escape, but chains and straps wrapped around him, and the heavy steps came closer. "It's no good—you can't escape Ivan's little brat!"

'This damn daughter-loving old man!'

Nikolai's were covered with a cloth before he felt a huge force of wind brush past his face, before a heavy impact struck his jaw. The deep ache and shockwave caused his brain to rattle, while blood spat from his mouth as he gasped and choked from the intense damage from the werewolf's celestial aura.

'Fuck, it hurts, you bastard! His fist shattered my Celestial Aura?! How powerful is this old man!' Nikolai couldn't speak, his jaw too sore, and he felt as if it wouldn't listen to him. Like something blocked the reaction and signals his brain sent, making all his movements slow and delayed no matter how hard he tried to force his Vermilion essence and Celestial Aura to flow.

'What's going on?!'

"It's useless, mutt! I've chained you with a metal that delays the power of supernatural beings, and it's a tool for torture and interrogation!"

'Shit, how did I get captured by this old bastard?'

Nikita's father laughed coldly before he raised his voice and yelled, "Hey, was it fun to defile my little girl? You aren't even serious about her feelings and now she will never look at another man but you!"

'Shit, he's going to kill me, and I can't fight back!'

"Don't worry, mutt, I'm not killing you. I can't, but I can do something for my girl!"

A dense thud sounded, an impact causing his abdomen to ache, and pain like a star exploded in his stomach, spreading and burning his entire body while he vomited blood and his stomach contents. Unable to do anything but gasp, helpless in the darkness.

"Did you know? Most werewolf clans aren't like the Fenrir or Volkov, not anymore because of the bloodlines thinning out. Our beliefs of one mate for life aren't seen as important to the new clans. So they grow in number, losing their pride and the status of their heritage. Only the big clans keep the old ways. The Volkovs, Fenrirs, Okami clan and a few other old families are like this.

But those bastards like to break tradition and even go so far as to use other races just to produce thin-blooded Lycan!"

'What's he speaking about...'

[I told you that old werewolf clans are very single-minded; it's almost written into their genes and nature. Unlike clans with low-density blood that can mate with anything and will not choose a single partner, though not all are this way. Because of our world and how easily lives are lost even with the Squire and Knight system in place.]

'It's not a bad thing...'

"When a werewolf marries, the male will give his lover a wound, everlasting, as a sign of commitment. It is important to both parties and in return, the female will do the same. Do you understand this is the marriage ritual of our clans? I don't believe it, but Ivan must never have taught you because of your late awakening and him being in another kingdom right now."

'Eh?! Is Dad healthy enough to travel? Thank god!'

[He healed his injuries the day you won the bet against Sebastian.]

'!!!'

Nikolai's mind was a mess. What should have been a great moment and relief, knowing his father was alive and well, was quickly crushed as he realised the situation he was in.

"The wound remains forever, and it shows any who sees it the bond and commitment two wolves and even those low mutts will NEVER touch a female who is marked; that's how important it is, that even those low-lives who mate with shapeshifters and filthy wraiths obey it!"

'Ah...'

"Yet you... you marked Nikita, my lovely girl who has loved and adored you for over ten years ever since she saw you. That girl said to me one day ten years ago. 'Daddy, I am sorry, but I have fallen for a human male.

Please forgive me, but I don't want anyone but him.' She cried so much, apologising over and over, saying she loves a human male who isn't one of us, even being punished and stripped of her title and respect by the elders and our clan council. Now... I know... You are a man who defiled and tricked her.... because of a moment of passion during your excessive thirst for blood!"

'Ah, this is bad... I didn't think...'

'However... I am not playing with her. I must say those words!'

The voice inside Nikolai's heart responded, but this time, it sounded confident and a bit annoyed, which surprised him.

'I'm not! I'm not joking either, and it's true!'

"What's funny? There's nothing funny about this situation, boy!"

'Eh?'

He couldn't see, but Nikolai's mouth, distorted from the broken bone, formed a faint smile, soft yet definitely a smile. But this enraged her father.

"You still smile even though I've beaten and tortured you, and you are being tormented?"

'What is this man talking about? He's too emotional! The problem is I can't see...'

Nikolai didn't want to suffer anymore, and he didn't need to! Although he wasn't ready for marriage or commitment. He wouldn't abandon Nikita. His dad was correct; this was his mistake because he didn't drink blood in time. His actions caused a poor girl's dream to be damaged.

'I am sure she wanted it to be romantic... to be loving...'

"w.....r....ong...."

So he tried to force out the words that her father was wrong. That it wasn't something so fragile and that he never intended to treat her in such a way. However, her father wasn't prepared to listen to a man who'd ruined his precious daughter.

"Shut up! Shut up, you bastard!"

Nikolai felt the man grab his hair, lifting his face before a blow struck his stomach once more, and he vomited, gasping, coughing and choking, feeling weak.

"Ha! Ha! You won't speak? I'll let you speak then!"

'Shit!'

Before Nikolai could do anything, a familiar and dreadful feeling returned.

"Y....our... Wron....g..."

Nikolai's arms were raised, pulled on an uncomfortable metal frame, and he was forced to sit on jagged concrete, his legs stretched out in front. He felt cold, the smell of the room and his blood hitting him suddenly.

He was in complete darkness. His eyes were closed, and he felt the sensation of something covering them.

"Why am I wrong?! Tell me, brat!"

'Ah.... I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything, you damn old, judgmental father who can't listen to what his son-in-law is saying!'

Nikolai was filled with a powerful urge to beat this stubborn old man, to punch him until he fell and submitted, but he was restrained.

No! He wouldn't give in, although his feelings were confusing, and he didn't know about the future. There was one thing he knew: as he began to fuse the blood of his mother and father, the vampire and werewolf blood formed two energies that began to clash.

Vermilion Essence rejected Celestial Aura, yet he forced it; blood oozed from his pores, and his teeth rattled from pain beyond the torture and agony in his chest. The feeling of both types of blood mixing in his chest began to make his mind go crazy, and biting down on his tongue kept him awake, aware and from losing his mind to the pain.

"Answer me, boy! What did you do to my daughter?"

"N....ot... What... Y..you thin...k..."

Nikolai spoke, his voice barely audible, but her father seemed to stop his attack and listened as if waiting for his next words with deep breaths as two energies fused into a black ball of blood. Neither vampire nor werewolf, it became his tainted blood, the third bloodline of Lupus Diabolus - The evil god of all wolves.

With that burst of power, it broke the seal on his chest and mouth, allowing him to release his feelings as he shouted out loud finally!

"Because I... love... HER!"

"You? Love her?"

"Yes!"

Nikolai screamed out as his power, no longer chaotic or two energies fighting, was controlled, and he felt something change within him, something new and felt calming; however, the next moment, he felt a sense of powerlessness, and his eyes suddenly opened.

His body fell onto something soft and squishy... the warmth of someone's arms and the slight scent of orchids flowing into his nose as he lost consciousness.

***

Meanwhile, the bewitched Nikolai fell onto the lap of Nagisa, who looked down at him with a pair of gentle eyes, stroking his face.

"This boy is so cute~ what a wonderful boy—please forgive me. However, I couldn't bear for my daughter's heart to break from a misunderstanding." Nagisa's soft voice, like a mother's lullaby, echoed as her Celestial Aura began to flow into Nikolai's body.

[All Attributes Adjusted because of Total Bloodline Evolution]

[Physical: 60] [Mental: 51]

Her husband sat on the opposite side of the room with a complex look. Yet his lips showed the faintest of smiles as he turned to his cute daughter, who was frozen like a statue in shock.

"See, you didn't need to cry or despair. This brat broke out of your mother's illusion just to tell me he loved you. Although he might need time, can you wait until he's ready, my little pup?"

Nikita just stood in silence, her beautiful golden eyes like silver-coloured moons as they became wet, oozing with tears.

She never expected him to reciprocate her feelings, though he would tolerate her. Nikita didn't think he would say those words or accept her because of how she acted and sometimes took him for granted.