Dracula Hellsing Novels & Stories

The more that her heart was racing fast when she heard them following the trail of her own blood which she made on the ice-cold. That was the day she wished she would grow up fast so she could defend herself. That day she realized how difficult it is to be a pup, a she-wolf pup actually. She heard from their conversations that they were the Night Flyers, a group of vampires whose hobby is to hunt when it's a dark moon. She continued to run swiftly as she could. Her eyes beamed when saw the boundary just a few efforts away. But then, just when she was near to the salvation that she hoped for, she felt someone grab her back and drag her away.

“Third, the Salvi. Salvi can cast spells. They are like witches but they have a different language that only Salvi can understand, even witches can't understand their words. You can only tell if a vampire is a Salvi if their eyes are red-orange. They are the third strongest of the entire vampire clan. And they can hold the cross unlike us who are burned," Red-orange? I seem to have seen red-orange eyes. Aha! Brian! I saw his eyes turn red-orange for a moment. But, maybe he's not a vampire, right? He's just human like me. It's impossible that he's a vampire because I know he doesn't believe in vampires.

Cut through the smog and iron was the unmistakable, intoxicating scent of dead winter roses and cold ozone. Emerging from the black smoke like a weightless, lethal phantom was Carmilla Dracul. The Vampire Commander’s vanguard had been driven down from the spires by a massive, drug-fueled wave of Shattered Alliance outcasts. She was a whirlwind of midnight-silk and flashing silver, her newly forged rapier dancing with a terrifying, mathematical precision. But she wasn't alone. Trailing closely behind her, using her advanced Sanguimancy to weave coiling, lethal tendrils of liquid blood, was Lady Cynthia Bathory.

Andro has to fight to stay by his mate's side and fight off the new enemy waging a war against his family; his mafia family while protecting his identity as a vampire. CHAPTER ONE Annika’s POV In the chant of the black night, the stars were the choir, they were nights singing in an unusual pattern, singing a tone of death. Few minutes past ten, the once-cleared skies had transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black as the night laid down in a blanket of darkness.

Doru remained on the balcony and looked mockingly at Bruce. “That toy is useless against me,” he sneered confidently. “These guards may have fallen prey to it because we are of a mutated lineage, but not me. I am Doru, the true and legitimate son of Dracula, Prince of Darkness. His blood runs pure through my veins and I cannot be destroyed.”

The agonizing minutes passed, Emily avoided from facing Lucius and Olivia due to the guilt that’s been weighing her down since earlier. Mister Drake turned his back against the trio as he slightly bended over and picked something up carefully, as he faced them again, he raised the crown higher. “The crown, throne and kingdom is finally yours once again.” He said with a smile. Axl bowed as Mister Drake gently placed the crown on his head. The crown sat, making Axl appear more mighty, superior and evil. The audience roared in joy and witches laughed in delight. They started chanting, praising him and he stood erect.

Over the next few years, he and Morgana worked together, hunting down and killing the remaining demons until only he was left. But one night, Dracula let his guard down. Morgana sneaked out of his room and opened the castle gates. Outside, an army of wolves was waiting. Leading them was Syrax, a dragon who wanted to kill the last demon child, Dracula who held the power of Silver, the dragon of water and life. The plan worked perfectly. Dracula had never seen these wolf creatures before and didn't know they existed and his own army had no idea how to deal with them. With Syrax and Morgana Hellsing working together, Dracula was defeated.

he watched the blonde man return to the car. “What are we talking about?” The blonde man wondered brightly as he closed the door behind him. The brunette drove on. “We were discussing recent events, Harry. I’m not sure I entirely understand what’s happening, myself,” he said softly. “At times it all seems like a bad dream.” “Not all bad, Jules.” Harry reached over and squeezed the brunette’s thigh. “No,” Jules’ smile was luminous. “Not all bad.” “Basically, the Van Helsings want to enslave the supernatural world,” Harry flipped down the sun visor and preened in the mirror applying tinted lip balm retrieved from the chest pocket of his overalls. “And the supernatural world is resisting.”

he said through his teeth, resentfully. “Oh my god,” Helena murmured. “Is this true, Heath?” Greg demanded. “Add in the fact that a good number, if not all, of the NES soldiers in Havermouth are Van Helsings, yes,” Heath replied grimly. “F-king hell. Are they here for the zombies?” Greg wondered. “I suspect not,” Heath replied. “I think it’s just coincidence and the flood just gave them the opportunity to mobilize their army without raising concern from the human population. I, personally, think that they’re here for the vampires.”