Blood Awakening: The Strongest Hybrid and His Vampire Bride - Chapter 531

Chapter 531: Rooftop Brawl – To Save A Child!

Nikolai’s mind became blank from the moment he sensed the danger, his body burst through the emergency doors, his muscles flexed and bulged as he reached a half-transformed state with each step, black blood pumped deeper and deeper to the level his eyes turned black, and no iris remained.

“Nikolai!” Ivan’s silver aura exploded from his body, transforming to follow his son, the sense of danger and situation not allowing him to hold back as the two raced to the rooftop.

‘I will kill you.’

‘I will kill you!’

Thoughts of extreme anger, hatred and violence flowed through Nikolai’s mind and yet his special ability from a woman he loved allowed him to split his mind. Half remained icy cold and calm, as if a strategist guiding the body which burned with hate and anger.

Thus, despite his extreme thoughts, Nikolai’s eyes examined and analysed everything they saw, from a tiny spider in the corner to the claw marks along the walls.

From their angle, shape and the fact that they traced along the middle of the walls, not the floor, he knew these belonged to his wife. The depth of her claws and the weight of her body, something he knew well.

But…

‘Is this the first time I’ve seen her transform?’

Female werewolves rarely fully transform unless absolutely needed. It wasn’t for anything special or strange, but just the fact that most women liked being beautiful, and the werewolf form lacked the feminine beauty they desired.

Nikolai leapt and skipped an entire flight of stairs, his huge leg slamming into the wall, as he squatted and jumped a second time. The roof doors soon appeared as he left massive craters in the walls.

BANG!

He crushed the door with a sharp kick and sent it flying into the distance.

“Nikita!” He howled, his voice deep and violent.

‘One enemy, a werewolf… one undead. Three children!’

The instant the image came to his eyes, his rational self almost collapsed, because a deformed mutant zombie with a half-melted face appeared. No. The claw marks revealed the truth, and Nikita most likely tore his face apart using her foot.

“Nikolai!?”

Nikita’s voice sounded strange; her white fur and feral form stood at under six feet, a small werewolf, much like her usual form. The difference between a Volkov and Fenrir might just be that her fur was snow white and his father’s silver… but her claws were extremely long and curved like blades.

“Calm down, you know that anger cannot solve this.”

‘I have to remain calm, calculate. Focus!’

His eyes narrowed and fixed on the zombie using his grandfather’s face, a fake with the power of a great elder and in his hand… Viktoria. Nikolai’s three hearts almost exploded, his body convulsed and distorted as he stood at nearly eight feet tall, with arms like tree trunks and legs like pillars.

“Let the child go.”

Nikolai’s voice sounded like a rock grinding against metal.

The undead’s eyes shone blue as he lifted the baby in the air, and his lips curved into a distorted grin. “F-foolish Volkov!” It mocked him while saying Viktoria in the air. What made Nikolai Anxious was that she didn’t cry… the young werewolf just watched Nikolai with bright, shining eyes.

Nikita released an agonising howl, her fangs dripping with saliva as she almost entered a complete berserk state the moment the undead shook her baby.

‘Shit…’

Even Nikolai struggled; his mind raced while creating potential outcomes. If he were wrong, that great elder could crush his daughter like an egg.

The wind on the rooftop cut through the roar in Nikolai’s ears; he couldn’t lose to his emotions. Every breath drew in the vile scent of embalming fluid, salt, and the sour stench of a corpse.

His eyes tracked everything that happened in slow motion, the undead’s arm, the slight tremor in its elbow and the puff of hot air from Nikita’s mouth as she squatted with her muscles tightened.

He started breathing deeper, holding his breath to maintain his calm mind.

‘She’s going to attack, her left foot is about to press off the ground. Her strike will hit in less than a second, but if she moves the child will fall.’

“Don’t!”

But Nikita ignored his growl, her claw clenched with white fur rippling in the wind. Unlike his clan, their ability was only one. The golden form, where they explosively use their Celestial Aura for a limited time to boost their physical abilities by almost threefold.

The undead smiled, a foul, vile grin that appeared to know everything.

A level of intelligence that the undead rarely had.

“Still think you can protect them all, wolf?” Its raspy voice enticed Nikita, her eyes blood red with rage as it continued. “Then tell me~ what of the other two?”

The words were like a hammer blow to Nikolai, let alone their mother, Nikita, who carried them for almost ten months.

Viktoria squeaked in his hand, while the other two… Daria. Elizaveta. He couldn’t see either of them, though their scent remained. Nikolai couldn’t find them immediately; there was a trace of blood… ‘Hmm?’ He sniffed the air twice, but it wasn’t theirs.

His mind split again, one half already tracing the path and trying to locate where the other children were, and the other locked on the hand holding Viktoria aloft.

However, Nikita didn’t have the same patience and lunged forward.

Nikolai’s world slowed to fragments. The blur of white fur, the rasp of claws on concrete, the whistle of disturbed air as he poured everything into reading them all as if the universe had split apart to give him data.

Nikita launched herself with violence; her usual grace vanished as a feral werewolf shot forward into battle. Her claws slashed at the undead’s throat.

The creature reacted with preternatural speed, swinging Viktoria aside to use her as a living shield. Nikolai’s left eye twitched, his body already moving before thought caught up. He vanished from the spot, the concrete beneath him cracking like glass.

BANG!

He caught Nikita mid-air, intercepting her strike with one arm around her waist, twisting their momentum to hurl her sideways into the far wall. The impact shook the rooftop. She rebounded instantly, snarling, her golden aura already shimmering through the white.

Blood poured from his abdomen where she bit him instinctively.

“Do not move!” Nikolai shouted at her, grabbing her face with his claws and glaring at her.

The undead chuckled through its torn throat, its stolen face twitching. “Father saves mother. How noble.” The blue glow in its eyes flared brighter. Veins of cold light ran down its neck and arm as it lifted Viktoria higher.

Nikolai released Nikita, his body covered in claw marks and bloody fang marks from her tantrum and berserk lash out.

Yet he didn’t complain or wince.

He stepped forward with a measured motion, his long legs able to cover two metres instantly. The flex of his muscles caused the stone beneath to shatter as he raised one clawed hand, and without a sound, he vanished from sight, his black claw drawing a crescent in the air.

The flames struck the undead’s arm, corroding the glowing veins, halting the chant for a heartbeat.

Which was all he needed.

A deafening crack followed as he reappeared in front of the undead, with both arms outstretched for his daughter. Yet his hand met resistance, not bone or flesh but a cold barrier of necrotic energy.

“Foolish dog!”

Viktoria slipped.

The monster threw her.

The bastard threw his little girl!

He could not stop. His right hand maintained pressure against the barrier; his left shot down, extending, bones dislocating and reforming to reach Viktoria faster. He caught her by the blanket.

The undead laughed. “You can’t hold both!”

It was true he couldn’t.

His arm shuddered under the resistance because the barrier sucked the life from those who touched it. His strength rapidly declined as the barrier pulsed, cracks spread, but it did not break.

Then Nikita roared.

‘I’ll save our daughter, you teach him a lesson.’

Nikolai gave up attacking the undead and leapt closer to Viktoria, pulling her into his chest, the cold air no longer able to make her cold. He felt her soft skin against him and closed his eyes, calming his rage.

The children came first.

But to Nikita right now… the undead would pay.

Her body ignited in gold flames, her celestial aura exploding with force.

She was on him before the light faded, her claws sinking through the barrier like molten blades through wax. The undead screamed, staggering back, its barrier collapsing as the black flames from Nikolai’s earlier strike spread.

“Now,” Nikolai growled.

He tossed Viktoria upward, and before gravity reclaimed her, his massive form surged forward. His shoulder hit the undead like a battering ram. Bones shattered. The rooftop shook. Nikita followed through, her claws raking the creature’s chest open in a spray of black ichor.

But even in death, the undead grinned. “Too late, wolves.”

BANG!

From below, the sound of glass shattering, metal twisting. Two faint cries echoed through the stairwell as the entire escape collapsed with an explosion.

Nikita and Nikolai, who caught Viktoria again, shouted at the same time.

“Daria!”

“Elizaveta!”