Hellsing Alucard Novels & Stories

I leaned back in my seat, folding my arms over my chest as I peeled back my lips in a grin. That’s right, Oliver. Look at you, powerless for once in your life. As if he could read my thoughts, his face twisted and contorted into a look of fury. I was no longer staring at Nox’s father, the man that had a hand in raising me after my mother had been murdered, but the acting Alpha of the Midnight Fall’s pack. His eyes flickered with magic, but I was more than ready. “I can and will make you do this, Lilac.” He said, his voice several notes deeper.

"The Phantom has been working in the shadows for years, slowly building an army of loyal followers. They’ve been infiltrating packs, sowing discord, and eliminating those who oppose their vision. Their ultimate goal is to create a new order where they rule over all packs with an iron fist." Sylvester's jaw tightened. "Why should we trust you? How do we know you're not part of their plan?" Alaric met his gaze without flinching. "I was once a part of their organization," he admitted. "But I left when I saw the true extent of their ambitions. I couldn't stand by and watch them destroy everything we hold dear. I have information that can help you, but you have to act quickly. The Phantom is plan

At the mention of his name even the devil himself gives way for him. His background was shrouded in mystery, but whispers of his brutal rise to power and merciless tactics had cemented his infamous reputation. Those who crossed him were dealt with swiftly and brutally, their fate a warning to others who dared to challenge his authority. He's known as Lucifer. Lucifer sat in his study going through some files when his Beta, Mikhail Baryshnikov Darkclaw, walked in. There is no difference with the two, just that Vladimir is the chosen one by the moon goddess to be the Alpha of the Pack but Vladimir chose him as his Beta and his right hand man in the Underworld Mafia.

"Not now!" Brodolf called to the gods for mercy, though they had never shown him any before. His shoulders continued to hunch, bones cracking, muscles growing and changing. "Kelda!" he roared, his voice contorting with the changing shape of his jaw. Kelda threw her hands over the tortured man, chanting the ancient words that were the only thing standing between her alpha and the curse that threatened to take over his body and his mind. If the alpha was lost, so was the clan.

But I needed to stay human to use the silver weapons effectively. One vampire managed to get behind me and wrap his arm around my throat, trying to choke me. Another grabbed my knife hand, trying to make me drop the weapon. I was starting to get overwhelmed. That's when I heard the war cry. Alec burst from the tree line, shifting mid-run from human to wolf. His massive gray form slammed into the vampire holding my throat, knocking him away from me. Behind him came Jaxon and the other warriors, all of them armed with silver weapons.

The guards push the heavy doors open. Ten Elders sit around a crescent-shaped table,aged, austere, their expressions carved from stone. Each bears the sigil of their bloodline, their rank. At the center sits Elder Marros, the High Voice, his silver eyes colder than frostbite. Alpha Kael stands near the fireplace, arms crossed, his face unreadable. The Lunas sit to his left,both regal, both rigid. Their stares pierce me like twin blades. I lower my gaze only for a moment.

My throat hurts but I rasped, “What is this?” He pinned me with a look. “Mercy.” Mercy? Why did that sound ominous? “I… I don't understand.” A shiver ran down my spine as he grinned mischievously, crossing his arms. “You're part of this month’s offerings.” My blood turned ice cold and my heart stopped. Gods. No. His eyes shone with amusement. “I think our Alpha King would be very pleased with an offering like you.”

Her mouth opened, whether to defend herself or cry, I didn’t know. I didn’t care. Before she could speak again, footsteps echoed down the corridor, rapid, urgent. Alessandro’s scent hit first, laced with adrenaline and blood. He burst into the room without waiting for permission. “Alpha…” One look at his face, and my wolf lunged forward in my chest, snarling. “What happened?” I demanded. “The estate,” he said, catching his breath. “There is an attack… it hit inside. Directly. The consort hall.”

I rise from my stool now and walk towards the card, picking it up slowly as I read the words on it before I feel my blood run cold. Lucille Hellfire. My anger returns again more violently as I say rapidly in Italian, “Did I just help a bloody Mafioso?”

and begins a pathetic, hesitant little wag. The terrifying, two-meter-tall killing machine lets out a miserable, high-pitched whimper. "Awoo..." Ilius, the elegant vampire, slowly turns his head, glancing in disgust at the suddenly submissive wolf. Then, his cold, rose-colored eyes drift past me. They lock onto the boy hiding behind my back. "Arlo," Ilius says, his voice a smooth, dangerous velvet that makes the hair on my arms stand up. I feel a hand tightly grip the hem of my duck pajamas.