Novelas y relatos de Hellsing Alucard Dracula

Lucifer balled his fist around the steel bar as he glared furiously at Lucian unable to bear the thought of never seeing Alexa again. "I hate that it came to this but I have no other choice," Lucian said in a regrettable tone, "You simply cannot accept that Alexa chose me, and it'll make you do even more stupid and impulsive things, I cannot let that happen," "You make it seem like I'm the devil and you're some fucking saint," Lucifer glared at Lucian, "You're like me, a fucking monster Lucian, you'll inevitably lose control and kill her," "I'm sorry brother," Lucian lowered his gaze, "I'll find..." He paused mid-sentence picking up a familiar scent. The scent of the Lycan that had haunted t

He was one of the most terrifying figures active across the world. The last person beside him pulled down his blood-red cloak, revealing a stunningly handsome man in his early 20s. He had blood-red hair, blood-red pupils, and blood-red fingernails. However, he was no ordinary figure. He was Alucard Ludendorff, a high-ranking vampire archlord.

It wasn't a good thing though; for Lilith had been transfering her excess energy into another project: disturbing himself and Alucard. Dracula sighed and returned his attention to the dust cloud that was clearing. Several booms could be heard from within the cloud, and even a deaf man could make out the thunderous impact of the several blows that were being shared. *Bang* Alucard's eyes were filled with glee as the battle progressed. It had been long since he found someone capable of trading blows with him. His initial decadence had turned into excitement. Slowly he lost himself, allowing his instincts to takeover.

Lucian said as he ripped the heart of the lycan he was fighting out of its chest, his body falling limp to the ground. "We have to find something, I will leave that to the two of you," Adam said as his body floated in the sky, his eyes turning to the darkest shade of black he started to recite a spell Stephen and Lucian glanced up at him before going to find a way to gain the attention of the lycan. "Lycan have Alpha's right, when the fight began I noticed Killian roared before the lycans attacked so if we can recreate his roar we can gain their attention," Lucian said as he threw a nearby branch into a lycans chest piercing his heart.

"You know that it is in your best interest not to lie to me." "Fine." I huff as I am about to toss the damn thing out of the window, yet I continue, "Roberto does perhaps got a case of Blood Lust." "Perhaps? Or does he?" "He does. We are on our way to find him. Alatar is with us at present to show us where we can find him." "Who the fuck is Alatar." I cannot help but chuckle, for I know already what the man's reaction is going to be. "Alatar is a Warlock."

“Do you take King Axl to be your wedded husband and to live together in marriage?” She paused. Her eyes darted from Mister Drake to the bouquet now held with both of her hands. With one simple ‘I do’ as an answer, means giving her life away to the Devil. Ironic, considering that she didn’t give Lucius the soul she was supposed to give weeks ago, she was finally now giving it to the older brother.

“Her name’s Lisa Adrian. She was caught in the woods—thought she was a witch at first. She’s not.” Alex raised an eyebrow, waiting. He knew me well enough to sense there was more. “She’s a vampire,” I said, keeping my voice low, though the room was soundproofed against prying ears. “Alireza Firouzja’s daughter.” His reaction was immediate—eyes widening, a sharp curse slipping past his lips. “What the hell. You're sure this isn't a trap. A vampire? Here? And Firouzja’s blood, no less.”

As the conversation lightened, Dragon raised his hand, signaling for attention, and spoke with an air of authority, “There’s something else you should know about werewolves. When mates discover their destined bond, they must spend one night in the Cave of Souls. It’s an ancient place that deepens their connection on a spiritual level. That night grants them a vision of their shared future, binding their hearts in ways that cannot be undone.” Jenny seemed to spiral into a whirlpool of thoughts. An intense disturbance brewed within her, as if Dragon’s words had touched something hidden deep within her soul. Yet Dragon gave her no time to dwell on her thoughts. He leaned closer, his gaze like f

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.

He forces himself to stand, his breathing ragged as the pain shoots through me again and I scream. “Hold on, Gemini. We will figure this out, I promise. Okay?” Alder says, panicked, but my eyes are stuck. “Alder,” he grits out. “Move.” Against the pain, against the chains that restrain him now, making him bleed from where the pristine lines cling to his skin, he takes a step closer to me. He steps again, each one makes him wince, his lycan trying to take over but not succeeding as his skin seems to flash between his naturally tanned flesh and his black furry hide.