Dracula Hellsing Novels & Stories

Each person controls a world leader, running the underworld and carefully maintaining the balance needed in such a world filled with human greed, death and destruction— willingly ready to be seen as the devils. Zayn Hellfire was not a Devil. He was Hell itself. “Tea, Don?” Giana places the cup in front of me, her milky gray eyes staring at me even though many cannot do the same. For she is blind. I don’t bother to give a response but she doesn’t wait for one as she places the cup and saucer down on the table. It’s Darjeeling tea, one of Eve’s favorites, but now I am no longer sure if she ever liked it.

Maybe I could use my powers to help those like me who were being banished from different packs. Sadie smiled faintly. “Then let’s get started.” The Dusk Raiders formed a circle around me while Elder Sadie performed the ritual. She used a silver powder to draw symbols on the floor, and she chanted words in a tongue I couldn’t understand. The air became dense, as if it was charged with electricity, and my skin prickled. I knelt in the middle of the circle in full panic mode. Sadie said, “Close your eyes Hazel.” I did as she said.

With him were the last vestiges of his people. His Master and King, Dracula. His Young Lord and Prince Alucard And the Blood Succubus Lilith Each was blessed with such fine looks that it was difficult to qualify their appearance simply as handsome or beautiful. They could have lived like royalty by just relying on their looks but right now each sought to complete the task they had been given. Yet there were a few beasts that sought to hinder their progression.

She thought that a Thaumaturge only flows in the blood of the two legendary vampire and werewolf—Dracula and Alexander Corvinus respectively. Downstairs, Cyrill and Rozelyn seem to just glare at one another. The ajar door had allowed the September breeze to enter the interiors of their abode. To be truthful, he hasn’t gotten over the incident at his orchestra event, caused by the person in front of him. In fact, his outfit still bears the Victoria’s Secret perfume that Henriz gifted to him last summer. It was Rozelyn who decided to shut the door. Cyrill’s gaze didn’t yield when his adoptive mom’s step daughter returned to the place where they were standing.

He had been awakened from a centuries-long slumber and was bent on reclaiming his dominion over the city and its inhabitants. "Draven is not just any vampire," Isolde warned. "He wields ancient magic and has formed alliances with other dark creatures. You must be careful." Marinetta's resolve hardened. "Thank you, Isolde. We'll take it from here." --- With the knowledge of Draven's identity and his plans, the werewolves prepared for an all-out assault. They fortified their defenses and trained relentlessly, knowing that the battle for the city was imminent. One fateful night, the vampires launched their most devastating attack yet. Led by Draven himself, they swarmed the werewolf territories

he continued. Drake tapped me at my back, and he added, "Don't worry, what I saw might not be a sickness you know. I actually think that my gift is all about knowing things from a vampire's body, not just about sickness. And you're the only one who'll know about that first, so that’s a secret. I am still practicing and knowing my own power. Oh, and by the way, do you remember anything when you were inside the heart of the palace?"

Retreat Third Person’s POV Asha’s transformation seems to have pushed the pause button for everyone around her. The silky silver white hair that is even brighter than the light of the moon, and the golden inverted pupils that resembles the eyes of the ancient dragons that gives off a terrifying chill fully changed Asha’s delicate and pure aura into something that appears volatile and filled with destruction. After awakening the golden drop of blood of the moon goddess that is residing in her body when she met her demise in the hands of Princess Regina in the blessed land of the Blood Wolves clan, Asha has already noticed the peculiar change that has been happening with her inborn special abi

They cannot walk in sunlight, garlic repels them and the only way to kill them is by staking through the heart or beheading. Fast-forward six hundred years to the early 1700's when humans and vampires raged war. Vampires wanted to rule the world and have the humans as slaves. One day, while the vampires took refuge from the sun, a small group of soldiers under Queen Anne entered the vampire castle. They managed to find their way to the vampire King and Queen's chamber. They open the coffin they thought was the King and ran a stake through the heart of the Queen.

He refused to believe in supernatural beings before despite the strange things that happened to him and his constant nightmares, but now that he was here right before one, there was no way to deny that fact. The side of her lips lifted a bit. “What do you think?” He didn’t say anything. From all the mythical books he had read, only dark creatures had red eyes, and the most famous were… vampires. What was more peculiar was he had dreamt about them before. In his dreams, everything felt real. It was like something about them kept on haunting him. “A demon or a vampire?” He didn’t want to know but he needed to. “Both.” His jaw clenched. He wanted to believe that this couldn’t be real, but altho

Those three are terrifying! Sir Darenn looks puzzled when I look at him. What about Sir Darenn? Is he similar to them? Is he also a monster? Is the child in front of me a monster as well? I gulped, and my entire body trembled in fear; they're vampires, not humans. They're bloodthirsty monsters who are terrified of the sun. That's why the mansion is so dark, and they only leave at sunset. Once again, I see the child slowly approaching me; he's debating whether or not to approach me, and he's about to cry, but he suddenly runs up to me, and I was surprised when he hugged me tightly.