Hellsing Alucard X Reader Novels & Stories

But when I was in private and they overwhelmed me, I was forced to ease the tension by touching myself to those memories. It was insane that I’d become such a shameless sex crazed being after meeting the Alpha heirs, especially since the events that led to being crowned their plaything were rather unpleasant. And till this day, so was their attitude, especially Xander and Ace. The sound of a car horn pulled me away from my thoughts and I looked ahead of me to find what was unmistakably a sleek R8 Audi driving towards me. I squinted in a bid to make out the figure behind the wheel, but the tinted windshield didn’t allow it.

All I could feel was the terrifying weight of Hilton’s massive body trapping me in the dark corner, and the rough, thick texture of his large palm slamming flat over my mouth. His face was only inches from mine. In the dim, gray light of the narrow service corridor, the deep scars running across his cheek looked like jagged lines of twisted leather. His dark eyes burned with a wild, brutal hunger that made my entire body go completely numb with fear. I could smell the old blood, the heavy winter furs, and the dark, suffocating northern Alpha aura rolling off his skin in thick waves. It hit my nose like a physical blow, making my head spin with a sudden, violent wave of dizziness.

Chapter 1️⃣2️⃣0️⃣ ❤️ An Emperor’s Hunger ❤️ Tharros's Chamber: Nyxoria did not want to stop the kiss at all. Her fingers explored Tharros's chest slowly, feeling every muscle beneath the fabric of his clothes. But Tharros finally pulled back slightly, though he did not move far away at all. He rested his forehead against hers, breathing heavily and breathing in her wonderful scent that was driving him absolutely crazy.

Soon, they would expel me from the territory. As I stood watching the twins sleep, the door suddenly creaked open. I turned quickly and my eyes widened slightly at the unfamiliar presence that entered. Beside him stood Alpha Zarkus, his face expressionless, his eyes fixed coldly on me. But my focus turned to the strange man at his side. He wore a long, black hooded cloak, and in his hand was a wooden staff topped with a round, black crystal. His presence exuded ominously. “Angelicca,” Alpha Zarkus spoke. “I know that even if I banish you, you’ll find a way to return... to take back my sons. So I’ve prepared this, to make sure that never happens. This is my final punishment for you.”

Despite the scary fight going on infront of me, my mind managed to be swamped with many other things, different smells began to hit my nose and the thoughts bothering me were quite unclear. He managed to throw Brenda off balance, sending her sprawling across the ground. He pounced on her, his powerful jaws snapping dangerously close to her throat. Brenda growled and twisted, she twisted free and lashed out, catching him off guard. She took advantage of the momentary lapse, darting away from him and towards the edge of the cliff. She paused, her eyes locking onto mine, filled with a mix of hatred and something else—fear, perhaps? "This isn't over," she growled, her voice rough and menacing, s

With Calypso defeated, the enchantments imprisoning Lola, Evin, and Lara dissipate, freeing them from their captivity. Relief washed over them as they joined Erin and an injured Duncan, happy and mingling with awe at the sight of the Fanged Gods. Thorlon, the mighty Fanged God, stepped forward, his gaze meeting Erin’s with solemn intensity. In a voice that resonated with ancient power, he revealed the truth that had aunted her for so long: Alpha Mirthon, Duncan’s father, was the werewolf who had taken Darcy’s life, her first beloved human soul mate. And now, Darcy had returned, reincarnated into Duncan, the son of his murderer.

I kicked the hand holding me, I wanted to escape so I'll finish what I started. "Lyla," The voice screamed again. "What did you do to her?" "Let me go. I want to kill him" I growled. I thrashed around in the arms of the person holding me, fighting him off. "I'm sorry, Lyla" The voice apologized before I felt a sharp hit at the back of my neck and the next thing I embraced was darkness. *Kill, *Kill, *Kill* Damon's POV "They were werewolves, vampires, and dragons. They outnumbered us, I'm sorry we couldn't do anything, Alpha" The last surviving soldier apologized and I touched his shoulder, telling me not to worry.

I whispered shakily, my entire body so tight, I was desperate for release. "Damien." He whispered back, his lips suckling on my earlobe. "It's Damien to you." His hands had just moved up my thigh when there was a knock on the door. I froze, my eyes wide with panic as I suddenly came back to reality and realized that I was practically about to sleep with a werewolf. And just not any werewolf, but the Alpha werewolf. Cassius's enemy. It didn't matter that he said I was his mate. I had been so swept up that I had forgotten I was still in Cassius's mansion.

Blood streamed over his eyes from the wound, and he inched back a few steps, glaring over at me as his tongue left his mouth to lick the side of his lips. I twisted my feet at the ankle until the throbbing pain there lessened and my bones settled back in place. Grinning, I straightened up and stepped off, circling him with one slow step at a time. “You are telling lies, wolf.” I said, imitating the same mocking tone he had used with me, “Setting so many wolves against my mate is what only a coward would do. If you want him dead, challenge him. It’s simple. But you fight an unfair fight. You are no Alpha…that, I know. That is why you must die.”

“Do you need me to warm it up for you again?” “No, your majesty! Please spare me!” “Then answer my question. I am not going to repeat this again. Where the hell is Alucard right now?” “I don’t know!” he shrieked. “He disappeared after we let him in two nights ago. Please believe me, your majesty!” he cried, still trembling as he attempted to protect his manhood with his hands. “That good-for-nothing asshole cut off his communication with me after he went in!”