Novel & Cerita Alucard Hellsing Fanart

They were all dressed in black and white. As they began to descend down the stairs, Arwen green eyes caught sight of huge picture frame that was hanging on the wall and her eyes got wide when she recognize who it was. Lucifer ? It was a a picture of Lucifer sitting on his throne majestically with legs crossed. His right hand was resting on his crossed legs with his left hand was holding a glass of blood. When she looked into his dark red eyes she shuddered in fear as a tore her eyes away immediately.

I cried into his embrace, all the time my gazed fixed to Marguerite’s glassy eyes. Lucifer laid the unmoving corpse down on the stone, her final resting place. He dipped his fingers into the thick sticky pool of blood, and drawing himself back up to his full height walked toward Lucas and myself. Using his fingers, he drew the sticky substance and created an upside down red triangle on Lucas’ forehead. The tip of the triangle nestled between his eyes. The blood pooled at the point, and dripped down the bridge of his nose. He moved his fingers to me. And whilst Lucas held me firmly in my arms by way of comforting me. Lucifer drew the same mark onto my head as well.

He went further to tell them he did not think the Alpha would like to see tears on anyone's face then he squatted to the level of the children who have seen the Alpha for days and promised them that the Alpha would be back then he dismissed them and they retired to their various homes. Frank sighs then I ask him what is the plane then he said he can not mindlink the Alpha if only he can they he would know where to start looking for him. Helen and Eva sit closer to me telling me to take things easy. I still can explain why I would not want to see Arturo get hurt despite the wickedness of his heart. I still care about him and I am always worried whenever he is in danger. He is a Lycan King and

The time for the full moon ritual was drawing near, and Dante's focus was unyielding. Isabella, known as the Enchantress, exuded an aura of mystique. Her eyes glimmered with an otherworldly light as she chanted ancient incantations, weaving intricate spells that danced around the room. The air shimmered with illusions, distorting the perception of reality and ensnaring the senses. Alistair, the Elemental, stood tall and composed, his presence radiating an elemental force. He harnessed the power of fire, water, earth, and air, each element at his command. Flames flickered at his fingertips, water swirled around him, the earth beneath his feet trembled, and gusts of wind swirled around the cha

“Start from the middle? End? The beginning? Start from anywhere you are comfortable with starting from,” “I think starting from the beginning is the best,” “Alright. I’m listening,” “Seventeen years old,” I started, “A baby of a few months old was found at the boundary of a werewolf pack after the Great War between our Lycan kings, and she was taken in by the pack’s alpha who later died because he could not stay without his mate who died during the war. This baby was not the only child found during the war but for some reasons, no one accepted to adopt this baby as their own. Some complained about her features while others just did not want her.”

"So let me get this straight, how do I give her what she needs? Will she not kill me before that happens." "That is why Breyden is here." "What? Is he miraculously going to heal me?" "In fact, he is, he is actually an angel." I watch as he goes completely blank on his face. Well, I can safely say that he shall not be asking any question, but wait, the man does need to make a clever remark. "This shit has just turned fifty shades of grey. Can we please do this? I would like to get away from this circus." And so it begins. I let my hand transform into my claw, for there is no way that I bring my fangs close to any part of his body. So I cut a tiny wound open on his left wrist and let the blood

He’s ruthless, relentless, tearing through her defenses like they’re nothing more than paper. Seraphine’s lips tremble, but she stays silent. Creed’s claws dig deeper, and then his eyes start to glow, a deep, menacing gold that sends a chill through the room. This is the Alpha Sight of a hybrid; the Sight of the son of a Wolf God. After what feels like an eternity, Creed finally let go, pulling his claws free from her neck. Seraphine collapses to the floor, gasping for breath, her body trembling with the aftershocks of the Alpha Sight. She looks up at Creed, her eyes wide with terror.

“In bad shape. Not faked.” “He smelled like death,” Calder said slowly. I shuddered. He was talking about me. “Not the way the warlocks smelled like death, though. Like someone dying. I don’t think that could’ve been faked. Nothing else they did fooled my senses.” Arik subsided with a humph, and he and Nate had another one of their weird silent conversations. Extra weird, because their other conversations seemed to be so loud and filled with shouted insults.

They commemorate the reciting of the pledge as soon as the the higherups made their way. they took off their hood to reveal their faces. They looked aged, each wrinkle and white locks in their hair is a sign of the experience and wisdom that they have witness. Na'al was the eldest among all of the Higher-ups.And, to confirm their entrance to the meeting they have ot present their emblems of their pack's. Na'al was the direct descendant of Urenia, that was a close relative of the Alarick pack. Its emlem is of a mountain beast which is more of a abominable-sized fox that were named 'Byakko' it;s fur contrast of the Alarick pack's fur that was dark. Byakko was snow white fox but like a the dog

He glanced at Giovanni again seeking permission. She gave the faintest nod.“Leo,” the boy answered.Russell repeated it quietly.“Leo.”The name settled strangely in his chest.His gaze drifted to the back of the boy’s neck where the faint Van-Doren birthmark curved along the skin like a crescent.The mark of Alpha blood.No doubt remained. The Russell rose slowly, his towering presence suddenly filling the courtyard with oppressive power.“You should have told me,” he said quietly.Giovanni’s lips curved faintly.“Should I?”The challenge in her tone was subtle but unmistakable.Russell’s wolf stirred violently beneath his skin.