Alucard Hellsing X Reader Novels & Stories

Chapter 1 - BROKEN “Damien, no!” My voice broke in the hall. It wasn’t just a sound—it tore out of me, raw and shaking, like something ripped straight from my chest. Every head snapped toward me. The Wolves, elders, even the servants — all of them stared. Their eyes burned into me like fire, like they wanted me gone before I could even say a single word. but I didn’t hear it. I didn’t see them. I only saw him. Damien. My Alpha. My mate.

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.

Outside, the mountain sky had gone pale with early light, and Storm Academy sat quiet beneath a thin veil of cloud, as if the whole campus were holding its breath. Celeste sat at the head of the table with one hand resting near the Hellebore Blade and the other around a mug of tea she had forgotten to drink. Across from her sat the Vampire King, Count Alucard, in a tailored black coat that somehow made even the morning light look more formal. To her right was the First Wizard of Shambhala, the One, still and unreadable in the way ancient people often were when they had outlived the need to rush.

I thought that they were going to get married soon, just before I fabricated my death. "You bear an uncanny resemblance to her," Alucard remarked, taking a step closer. "Even your voice is reminiscent of hers." With a purposeful stride, he closed the distance between us, and his knuckles brushed against my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine. "And that mole near your lips," he added, gently using his thumb to trace its outline, causing me to suppress any visible reaction to his touch. "I can't mistake those features, Grand Duchess Bellwood."

He moved away from his spot casually, taking note of everything he saw in her room. "Your room looks adorable," he said, walking towards her dressing table. "And small," Cindy added shyly. He reached her table and saw her school portrait. In the portrait, Cindy was standing next to a very handsome boy. "Who's he?" Alex asked. "Oh, that's my friend Draco. My very close friend in college," she smiled. "Very close friend, huh?" he muttered scornfully and dropped the portrait back as if it irritated him. Cindy wondered why he was acting that way. Was something wrong with the portrait?

the hell are you going,i have been calling you but you have refused to answer me" ,'am sorry, just looking for a friend....(falls down) "Vicky!.. Vicky.... , she was lying on the ground soaked in blood ,she seemed to have been beaten by a vampire, "oh my God!!" i exclaimed "oh!!... God!!! Vicky!! Vicky!!! (shouts) , somebody help!!! someone please help!! .... please get help.... ( people gathering) everyone in the party had already started gathering around" everyone should shift give her some space,to receive air",. 'its the neck! shes wounded and she's loosening alot of blood!!... i exclaimed. We invited the ambulance in which they took the body to the hospital." i got to go grab a coffe,

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he says bewildered and worried. "It's Christopher, help me!" I cut the connection, and Christopher pushes me onto the bed. When he's about to get on top of me, someone throws him to the other side of the room. "SHE'S MINE, DON'T TOUCH HER!" Alex shouts furiously, looking at Christopher. "It's your fault for not sealing the mark, you idiot. You emit an irresistible scent for all the unpaired wolves," he says, breathing heavily. Christopher leaves the room, and Alex's gaze fixes on me.

“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.”

"Miss Hale, are you alright?" Angel barely heard the lecturer calling to her from the front of the room. When Angel had last looked, Professor Bladon had been scribbling some nonsense about the value of fated mates upon the digital whiteboard. Now she was glaring at her, her usually pale blue irises now an electric blue, suggesting that the witch was growing pissed. It was clear just from looking at her that it wasn't the first time she had addressed her. "Angel?" "I…umm…" Angel stammered and thinking up the first excuse that came to mind, she gasped,