Alucard Hellsing Mga Nobela at Kwento

i quickly ran to her raising her up then shifts back away from the guards, immediately a figure shows up sticking a knife on the neck of the king, with speed he rushes over him sucking his blood, ( whining in pains) he struggles to let go,but still he didn't stop till he drained the life out of him Alpha draven pov Lisa and i left the blood thirsty pack heading towards the town to look for the only priestess in the whole of the the dark mornacy. i felt a strange pain, suddenly i heard a shout deep in the woods,what could it be i wonder. "what's wrong"? Lisa asked shhhhhhh..... I heard something, i have this strange feeling, something is drawing me into this direction i don't know what it is

He said with an alluring voice. "Well am Ulva, an omega and…"I said as I heard the growling of the Lycans. I quickly went outside as I saw thousands of Lycans with their eyes red in anger, I wondered why, until I saw Xavier in his Lord's form, he was the biggest amongst all. I fell on my knees to beg but J-Huk raised me and hugged me in the presence of Xavier. "What?J-Huk, what are you doing, he would kill you"

But one truth echoed louder than the rest… Whatever war he had just walked away from out there… he had walked straight into another one in here. And I was standing right in the middle of it. “You do realize what you are walking into, Alpha Marcel?” “I do.” He said calmly. “The question is, would you be willing to walk beside me? Because I am willing to give it all…”

“The death of the Son of Ares is not a simple classroom incident.” Remy remained a step back, alert but silent. The HUD flicked once, registering his presence as **Luna‑Guardian / Pack‑Bonded** and tagging him as non‑hostile. Even the system, it seemed, knew the rank of a coyote Luna in the court’s architecture. *** Alucard did not move to a throne. He led the conversation from the edge of the chamber, near the window overlooking the dark grounds outside the castle. The glass was black, the reflection of candlelight fracturing across it like broken veins.

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.

But he had his head twisted around, staring over his shoulder…at two more SUVs stopped right behind his, the headlights of all three shedding crisscrossing spotlights on the road. And on a swarm of men, two of them taking charge of khaki-fucker, one of them opening the driver’s side door of Walter’s SUV, a few others doing whatever you did in a situation like this, one standing by the new vehicle and raising something up to his shoulder, and the other—Declan. My heart stumbled, expanded, clenched tight. The last was Declan, running faster than I’d ever seen an alpha move, headed straight for Walter with his claws and fangs gleaming in the moonlight.

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.

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.

“And I want no one to enter this room unless I am here to see what they find.” “What?” I shouted. “You can’t do this, Dominic! You are crossing a line that you shouldn’t, what is the council going to say? How could you even believe that I would do such a thing?” “I hope,” he said over his shoulder, his voice dangerously calm, “that you didn’t do this.” Guards entered immediately. I stepped back. “I am your Luna.” He turned slowly. “And I am your Alpha,” he replied. “And my patience is not infinite.”

“You’re not a monster, and none of this is your fault.” I sniffle and shake my head against his solid chest. “But it is. I can feel her screaming inside of me. I’m so scared, Lucifer.” “Your angel, Apolliana, is in a great deal of pain, but it’s not her─your fault. You don’t need to be scared,” he mumbles. “I will care for you.” I bite my bottom lip, trying to stifle my tears as I place his palm in the center of my chest. “Is that her name? Apolliana?”