Hellsing Alucard Novels & Stories

The wolf that I assumed was Damien's Beta cleared his throat and moved to stand behind his Alpha, his hands behind his back. "Actually, the way of things would be to allow my Alpha to be the one in charge of the girl's punishment. If it was you that the offense was committed against, then we would have no problems discussing whether or not you can punish her but as it stands, the offense was committed against the Alpha and as such, he is the one who should punish her. Or do you not think this is fair enough, Vampire Lord?" The Beta raised his eyebrows and Cassius's grey eyes darkened about he didn't say a word.

I asked He was quiet for a while, his fingers rubbing up and down my back over and over. "She is you," he said. "The female in the picture?" I asked. "Yes. I have told you before that the balance of the world depended on hell being stable right?" He asked. "Yes," I replied. "Well, hell depends on its rulers to be stable. It's King and Queen. When I mated with you, on that night when the whole of creatures that I rule came to watch the ceremony, and when we finally did mate, you didn't just become the Queen of hell" he said.

The dirty ghoul laughed very hard, before his eyes turned green “Don't worry about it, I will return from the Werewolf Kingdom carrying the head of Alpha Lucian, I will take revenge and make my master proud.” He said while laughing evilly, before moving with steps that shook the entire office, leaving the place before he turned back and said: “Come on, you have to get ready to clear your desk for me.” His smile widened as he said with extreme sarcasm "Farewell, great first commander." As soon as the ogre left the office, a black shadow with a yellow mark appeared on his forehead, flying through the air. It was different from the rest of the shadows serving Aragon.

He hasn’t hurt me yet, and he sure has had several opportunities to. "Andricia Ambrose Alpha of Fusilis, guardian of the underworld." He chuckles, and instantly Cerberus is enraged; he’s not her mate, so she has no patience for him. "You think this is some kind of joke." She takes control. I feel myself catch fire, and I see his reaction. My vision is no longer impaired.

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.

There was a 4-wheel SUV parked next to it as well as a yellow Ferrari sportscar that--- Well, what the hell was that even doing out in the woods? And how did it get here in one piece?! “If I cared more, I’d probably give you a speech, but I don’t so listen up, because I’m only saying this once,” I said, as I stepped up next to Ashton, making a mental note to sell that piece of crap the second I got my hands on the papers for it. “I’m Alpha Dargan Hellson and I’m your new alpha. The man you see with me is my Beta, Ashton. You can call him Beta Ashton.”

The stench of blood filled the air, a sickeningly sweet scent that clung to Allistair’s form. Azran’s face contorted in agony, his eyes wide with disbelief as life drained from him. His wings, once proud and radiant, lay tattered and broken, feathers drifting like fallen stars. Lucifer turned, and Allistair was drenched in the Arch Seraph's blood, head tilted like a predator, breathing heavily as if the kill had thrilled him.

Shadows crept at the edges of the torches, stretching unnaturally long, swallowing the light. “He’s here,” Selene whispered, her voice raw with dread. “Alaric.” The ridge erupted. From the tree line, wolves cloaked in blood sigils burst forth—Alaric’s cult, bodies marked with black runes, eyes glazed with crimson rage. Their howls were distorted, broken, as if their very souls had been warped. At their head strode Alaric himself, gaunt and wild-eyed, his body streaked with crimson paint. He carried no weapon, only the pulsing mark on his chest: a curse that writhed like living flame.

Still, his wolf fought until it completed the mark above her breast and at the back of her neck, licking it to seal it out of eyesight. When morning arrived, Valker poured all the anger and annoyance he felt for himself onto her. Things became worse when he returned from his run and found himself reacting to her scent again. What irritated him most was the fact that she appeared in his dreams every night. After that intense night together, his dreams turned dark, showing him visions of her crying, suffering, and begging him for help. Both he and his wolf woke up disturbed every time. He needed to end this obsession fast. “Alpha, you called for me?” Arthur, his most trusted warrior and compan

They moved like ghosts, their blades glowing with an unnatural, dark light. Alaeric was fighting like a demon, his grey eyes flashing with a desperate, wild fury, but he was losing. He stumbled, his sword slipping from his grip as a massive warrior stepped behind him, a dark-steel blade raised high to strike his unprotected neck. “ALAERIC!” I screamed. In the vision, he turned his head. For a heartbeat, he looked right at me. His eyes weren't cold anymore; they were full of a heartbreaking, silent goodbye. Then, the world shattered.