Novelas y relatos de Dracula Hellsing

She could practice fighting with her brother when he was free. She thought of going back. From afar she could sense three unknown vampires among her family. She increased her pace to reach the castle in time for dinner. When she opened the door to the dining room, she was very surprised to see three vampires staring at her. There was a woman who was of her mother's age and a girl who seemed older than her and beautiful and lastly a boy who seemed Kyson's age. He had blonde hair and sharp features and good-looking for his age. He seemed dangerous but Ingrid could not help but felt drawn towards him.

Xhagreb asked, one of the male angels, an old man around 2000 years old, who was guiding the little angels, his face was wrinkled but it was smooth and white as snow. Kram faced everyone and deeply breathed slowly, worried and restless. His wings slowly went down as he sighed in fear and worry, “A vampire was awakened in the human world,” he said, loud and clear for everyone to hear him. All eyes looked at him in horror; the angels looked at each other at the same time, some got worried and some began to panic. They were not expecting the news, and what’s worst was it was an unexpected predicament, something they never heard for too many years, something that they never wanted to know at all

The blonde one leans closely and asks, “What do you do?” This is her first time and it’s hilarious. Azrael, annoyed and pissed at Nae, felt a run of mischievousness in her blood, “Fetch the dead.” Azrael said and glanced over the girl on her left side and quickly changed her eye color with the colors of Hell, flaming red.

The first man replied. (Pendragon; The Ones who Slays Dragon. Or more preferably, Dragon Slayer.) "Really?! Prince Dracula is really different from him. But why did the king love prince Arthur more than Prince Dracula?" "Don't you know? Prince Dracula is not the king's son. He's the son of the second vampire leader. The Psychic Vampire Lord. He's temporarily adopted as the son of the King, he's not his son." "That... Does that mean?" "Yes, Dracula is a Psychic Vampire!" The man said.

However, the academy has strict rules about going to the forest unaccompanied and an even stricter rule about going there unaccompanied after hours. It must have been just before dawn; it would be dangerous if she were to be caught by the sun. New vampires are more likely to get sick from the sun a lot quicker, kind of like rogues.“And Ryan showed up,” she continued. “I initially screamed to get him away from me. But before he passed out, he blew Stardust in my face.” The school soon came into view and a couple of elders stood by the gates; they didn’t look pleased. “I’ll explain to them that it wasn’t your fault, and that Stardust was involved,” I assured her.

She was close to overpowering him when Darwin, with a cruel smirk, pulled a silver dagger from his cloak, hidden from her view. In a flash, he struck, plunging the dagger deep into her side. Anita gasped, her body convulsing in pain, her strength fading as the silver burned through her. Still, she managed to whisper a final vow, her voice steady even as her life ebbed away. “You may kill me,” she said, her words laced with quiet defiance. “But mark my words, Darwin—a Red Lycan more powerful than you can imagine will rise to avenge us. One day, she will come for you… and end this reign of betrayal.”

All I have with me is my blood and the fact that I am a human, a Helsing. Helsings are humans, hunters rather. They're known as the protectors of the human kingdom, Doria, way before the vampires, werewolves and other night creatures took over the throne. They hunt down the nightcrawlers. Their blood smells nice too. Our blood. My blood. My head spun around, all the things that surrounded me began to disappear until everything went black and I opened my eyes. I woke up that morning with no energy at all. Lord Minir left the mansion without even saying goodbye to us except for a note he left on my bedside table, saying,

Scarlett asked, still feeling a little bemused. "Well, yeah. There's the good Mythics - the magic users; Wizards, Fairies, Nymphs, any sort like that. But they're all mostly extinct. While Vampires, Werewolves, Serpentine, and others monsters...are the bad guys. The Dark Mythics. Ever heard of Van Helsingr?" He asked her. "As in...the old school legend Dracula killer? That Van Helsingr?" Scarlett rose her brows in amazement.

Neither will know peace and won't stop feuding until the other is dead. Hades also cursed him with eternal life, for his own entertainment. "It's done, now be gone." On the day of the full moon, they both changed. Dracula into a vampire that sprouted wings, and the other man John Belmont into a Werewolf who stood on its hind legs. That very night, Hades also cursed another man who never came to him. But simply because he wanted to make all their lives miserable. Abraham Van Helsing. He cursed him to forever hunt these men turned monsters down, not stopping until he killed them.

“The only supernaturals in that pub are the dragons, and I’m sure they know how to handle themselves.” “We’ll just stay here,” Rhett looked at Cameron for his agreement. Cameron nodded. He didn’t want to go upstairs and hide in the room until the Van Helsings went away. It felt fucking cowardly enough to hide in the stairwell, though he appreciated that Rhett had been smart in dragging them into it. He pressed against the door next to Rhett and peeked through the window. The bar had stilled, the patrons freezing, and through their heads, Cameron could see the black-clad Van Helsings enter. In the quiet, the male Van Helsing spoke in a commanding tone. “What is going on in here?”