Alucard From Hellsing Novels & Stories

Thinking death would be much easier, I moved again and he glared at me. “Are you trying to die?” I didn’t reply and he knew what my silence meant. He moved back towards the table and took the chain, rolled it around his hand and turned to face me. “I see you’re trying to die and Incase you need to know before you die at such a young age, we are a pack of werewolf and your brother’s friend, Lucas Anderson pissed us off and I couldn’t stay put and not get a revenge by killing you and his girl together. Do you know what being a werewolf means?” He asked and I shook my head.

Then I transform into my wolf form, ready to smash that damn arrogant guy's face. * * "So you're the legendary alpha of the Blood Moon pack," he smiles mischievously. "That's right, it's me," I growl. "What the hell is going on?" Alex says, confused, positioning himself between us. "This idiot tried to force a kiss on me," I say angrily, still growling. "What!" Alex easily slams the guy against the wall. "She's my mate, you idiot! Don't you dare touch her!" he says through gritted teeth.

He was one of the most terrifying figures active across the world. The last person beside him pulled down his blood-red cloak, revealing a stunningly handsome man in his early 20s. He had blood-red hair, blood-red pupils, and blood-red fingernails. However, he was no ordinary figure. He was Alucard Ludendorff, a high-ranking vampire archlord.

She continued, "Adelaide, Alpha Bentley's daughter. Alpha Bentley once guarded the Bloodscar Border. His arrival on the southern front led to your defeat." "She killed many of your wolves. You should target her—she's your real enemy!" Velda screamed, then panted. Lycan Dominic of the Western Tribes, his icy gaze like cold wind, waved off the blade. As Velda thought her words had worked, Dominic suddenly slapped her hard.

It was Aragon. The oldest elder in the royal house, a millennial old werewolf. A member of the council, a former Zeta and War general in his time, and a descendant of one of the founding fathers of plane Weode. A man full of wisdom. He had just taken notice of their presence when his eyes rolled back in his head. "Give him to me," he heard the elder's voice say. Then he felt his body being lifted from the ground and frail hands that were old and wrinkly snuggled around him. Unexpectedly, sharp fangs sank into his neck, and hot pain jolted through his body.

HIDEOUS MONSTER (II) The day Lucious had clawed Roel’s face was still fresh and deeply engraved in his mind. Werewolves had excellent healing abilities and most of their wounds healed in a matter of time but much to his surprise, the wound that Alpha had given him that day never healed. It was a constant reminder of his hatred for the Alpha. This scar made him hate himself and hate the Alpha even more. And it was all the bastard Alpha’s fault. Roel will most definitely make him pay for this one day.

Alberto answered, leaning close towards Eva. Eva strokes her chin , once again getting into thought. If Lucifer was guarding Alberto's mother ( Alberto's mother is dead now) , then how old exactly Lucifer is? She glances at Lucifer who was standing tall at six feet and had pitch black hair and those blood red eyes. No matter how much Eva looked at him, his age was indistinguishable. He looked in his twenties, maybe because vampires don't age fast like werewolves.

Rechel Hedly's P O V "We will talk about this but right now, go out and wait." I gave him a quick nod, ignoring his glare, and dashed out of the room with my heart bleeding in pain. It's suffocating in there! It's so fucking hurt! I don't know how I thought I could handle it before, but seeing them smiling and hugging her like she was the only one for him! But it is torture now! I flinched when my shoulder hit a huge body, and I rose to look at the one person that I never thought I could meet. Alpha Logan, or Ex-Alpha of the Moonlight Pack, is Damon's father.

The guards push the heavy doors open. Ten Elders sit around a crescent-shaped table,aged, austere, their expressions carved from stone. Each bears the sigil of their bloodline, their rank. At the center sits Elder Marros, the High Voice, his silver eyes colder than frostbite. Alpha Kael stands near the fireplace, arms crossed, his face unreadable. The Lunas sit to his left,both regal, both rigid. Their stares pierce me like twin blades. I lower my gaze only for a moment.

He rose then, slow and measured, and walked a few paces toward the window overlooking the dark grounds outside the castle. “The death of a son of war has consequences,” he said. “Politics, bloodline loyalties, divine attention. Some of those consequences will not remain on campus.” Celeste didn’t miss the warning hidden in the statement. “I’m aware.” Alucard turned slightly. “Are you prepared?” Her reply came immediately. “I would not have come otherwise.” For a brief moment, something like approval crossed his face. “Good.” *** When the formal questions were finished, the atmosphere shifted a degree.