Alucard Hellsing Gif Novels & Stories

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.

My mind however spirals as it always does and I am on the verge of a panic attack when the door to our room slams open. A cold rush of wind blows past me causing the fire to strain against the sudden breeze, I hear Zylith whip up in bed behind me and I open my clenched eyes. Before me stands Alucard in a tight black button-down shirt tugged into his perfectly fitted black pants and black belt. He is at least two steps away but his large frame with broad shoulders and slightly slimmer waist leans in, creating a looming shadow. Red glowing eyes focused on me. The shadow he creates in the room is larger than that of his build.

My forehead broke into a cold sweat because of the pain. “I also know that you are good at fighting and Lucien has been training you personally that is why I put you under these lights!” “It is specially designed to drain wolves of their energy and render them useless!” the man said and I finally understood why I was starting to feel like my heart beat has slowed down. “What do you want from me?” I asked. “I told you that I just want to see how special you are that you can even subdue that demon by the name Lucien Hart!”

The cuffs clicked as they unlocked, the light of the magic ward faded, and the cuffs fell to the ground. Helga rubbed her wrist, glaring up at Lir as she took a step away from him, forcing his hand to drop. Shimmering light filled Garren's study as Helga shifted. The short, feisty, black-haired female was no longer there. In her place was a tiny pixie with wings the colour of the rainbow, her lilac hair glowing and her big blue eyes watching us all carefully as she moved to sit on Alora's shoulder. I saw the corner of Alora's mouth twitch, the light in her eyes shifting. I was moving before I knew it. I collided with her; she let out a cry as we fell. I heard everyone shout as chaos erupted

He robbed his face with his palm as he looked disturbed. Lucifer appeared into the small apartment where he is residing with Angelica. He silently walked into the room and Angelica was still asleep. He took a peak at her. His hands gently landed on her cheek. He gently tucked some strands of her white hair behind her ear. He studied her as her intensely stared at her. (UNEDITED) Currently on screening... pardon my errors please

They all had their wolves. And I didn't have my magic. “I can assure you that there's nothing–” Atlas tried to stop them but it was of no use. Soon the carriage door was ripped open and I came face to face with one of the rogues. His head was bald and he had a scar running along his face, running through his left eye socket which was empty. He kicked his lips when he saw me, a grin spreading on his face. “Fight them, Heyley!” My werewolf urged me and I let her take control of my body.

He asked, glaring at me, and I smiled, my smile both cold and sarcastic as I fought back punching the man in the face. “The same fucking game that you are putting me through, Alpha Alessandro D’Almerita.” I said, keeping my eyes on his. “You seem to forget that I am not the human that you want to toy around with before throwing aside, and I am not the Luna that is fighting for your attention. You and your fucking attention can rot in hell, as for your Lycan…” “I did not send Alaric to you, Valerie.” He said, and I scoffed.

It has three blue-grey gems – a big one at the center and small ones beside it. “I’ve asked permission for your parents and they agreed. Emily, I am willing to live the rest of my life with you and I will marry you once again after you graduate college.” He started. Words were caught up once again in her throat. Her heart beat excruciatingly hard against her chest, “What about Hell?” “Hell has its own king.” “Who?” “Alfred.” “Alfred, the mortal butler?” Her eyes widened, “That couldn’t be! He’s gone!”

Every single skin of his exposed had some tattoo on it. His eyes held Karis's gaze before it came to me, and then it stayed. He was standing still, too still for my liking. I pulled in a breath before my eyes widened, he was an Alpha. His blood smelled pure, untainted. He was Alpha through and through. He brought his finger to his mouth and sucked, I realised that it was my blood that he had taken from when he cut me. He looked at me, as if realising something, then smiled wide.

Now curious as to why he was looking at it, I slowly turned to the large frame handing on the wall by a suit of armour. Although partially obscured by the low light, I managed to see what was on the picture. It looked like a painting, depicting a scene of battle—a large werewolf in its true form running towards an army with other wolves following behind it. Somehow, the werewolf had a sort of striking resemblance with Alpha Alaric.