Alucard Hellsing Fanart Novels & Stories

My jaw drops. In front of me stands a massive ember wolf with four heads—that’s right, four heads each with razor-sharp teeth. Fire rippling through her fur. She takes off, tearing the two witches apart without even stopping. She is in front of her beta in a flash and shreds the witch within seconds. Her beta shifts into a deep black wolf with fire-red eyes and black smoke coming off of her. Andricia lifts all four snouts to the sky and lets out a howl. Instantly, every pack member of hers shifts into the same black wolf, with black smoke trickling off of them. Hellhounds—they are a pack of hellhounds. They all rip the witches apart quickly, and the witches start to retreat.

Desperate for one, even! "Buddy, you saw what he did to Rafe; with a simple click of his demonic fingers, he can send you fuck knows where!" I tried to reason with Archer's need to survive. "And as confident as I am- I don't think I can take him without you!" "We are not just a wolf- we have Alpha blood! We are stronger than Rafe! He might not be able to silence us!" Archer argued frustratedly.

“Fine.” As the artist worked on Alaric’s face, the girls watched eagerly. Admittedly, I couldn’t tear my own eyes away—mostly because I couldn’t get over the way that he always seemed to give in to the girls, even when his own dignity was on the line. Gruff and stoic Alpha, indeed, except when it came to the pleading of two little girls. It was… kind of adorable. When he was done, the result was impressive—a detailed wolf with eyes that glowed slightly with glow-in-the-dark paint.

He lost most of the fingers on his left hand, but it doesn't keep him from producing amazing portraits that are now sprinkled around our castles. The latest portrait of my mate and child is my favorite -Pepper, in human form, wears the headpiece Meagan gave her and she's dressed in a skimpy green outfit that Roxy presented as a motherhood gift. Jewel is in dragon form and much larger than Pepper, though still obviously a young dragon. Her horns have not yet grown in and her bald head reminds me of Pepper's. They stand on a rock ledge with Pepper's hand resting on our daughter's head. Mikael painted Jewel's peevish expression perfectly. Our daughter hates to stay still. We already know she wi

"Stay away from her!" His fingers were wrapped around his Beta's throat. Reinhardt couldn't fight him so he chose to struggle under his hold. Finally, Lucien released him and came back to normal. "Fuck off!" "She's turning you into something else, Lucien. I just hope you can see that." "I said, fuck off!" Reinhardt closed his eyes and nodded before leaving the room. As soon as he left, Lucien flung one of the vases to the other side of the room. It crashed on the fall and fell to the ground in pieces of broken fragments.

I shout helplessly, watching her fighting for her life, and her blue eyes meet mine. "Fight, Abaddon, fight." She shouts before I lose sight of her behind a mass of dark fur. My eyes snap open in my room and the scent of blood fills my nose, my arm and side are burning with pain, but worse is the stench of rogue and the shadows of wolves in my room. One of them has its teeth buried deep into my arm, dragging me sideways off the bed, while another is repositioning, ready to strike as soon as I fall.

If she was a young child, I would've been less concerned since kids tint their hair these days but she appeared to be in her fifties or late forties and that piqued my interest. "Who is she?" I asked Moon. "A Nephilim. One of the oldest daughters of the first Nephilim to ever mate with a wolf. She has nowhere else to go, she has been in our pack for years and she's wounded. Please Alpha" He begged, thinking I was planning to send her back. I nodded abruptly. Before I could make the next decision, Tunde appeared with Konrad and the warrior if sent to get him. "I'm sorry Alpha'' He knelt almost instantly even before I could say a word. He knew he messed up and death should be his punishment.

They had used specialized herbs to mask their Alpha and Gamma scents as they watched the procession pass below with cold eyes. Princess Helia was dressed in deep purple noble riding gear, sitting tall and straight atop a bay warhorse. She was only thirty-two—the peak of a Lycan's strength and power. However, perhaps due to the long journey, her aura felt heavy and sluggish. Her cold, beautiful face showed a weariness she couldn't hide, making her look a few years older than she actually was. "The male wolf on the black horse behind Helia is Damian," Caldwell whispered, his golden wolf eyes locked onto the dangerous-looking male.

“I speak as if she will be. And I don’t make promises I can’t keep, and I am glad that the two of us managed to stand in a ground where we can truly and fully agree on.” As I left the hall, my thoughts were already elsewhere, threads tightening, pieces sliding into place. A missing rogue. An Alpha willing to sell his own blood. And a man who would burn the world before letting her fall. And an enemy who just so happened to be attached to that little wrench. Perfect. The game was finally becoming interesting.

Warm blood rolled down beneath his torn tunic, and he looked down, before slowly lifting his fingers to touch the cut. When they came away stained red, he laughed a low unsettling laugh. “There she is…” His deep hazel eyes lifted to meet hers, “...so the stories were true.” At those words, his grin returned, and this time, broader than before. “You’re really the little bitch that scarred Alucard’s face.” The muscles in his arm flexed, and with a savage pull, both the weapon and Lillia were pushed back. Pain exploded through her shoulder, yet she drove the poker forward again.