Novel & Cerita Hellsing Alucard X Seras

Serafine said sloppily as she pushed all her weight of Alcide who was holding her waist steadily. When Alcide heard what she said, his body turned stiff as he murmured in a hoarse voice. “Sera, don’t make this night hard for me. Let’s just go to our room, you are drunk” Alcide siad and Serafine seemed to do the opposite as she started kissing his neck, sucking a little bit, drawing a groan from Alcide’s mouth. “You know what? Fuck it all” Alcide cursed as he quickly carried Serafine into his arms and rushed towards his room, his body turning hot from desire.

he hissed. “But it’s too late. The ritual is almost complete. And when it is, I’ll have the power to crush you and your pathetic pack.” I could see Gideon moving behind Alaric, creeping closer to the altar. I needed to keep him distracted just a little longer. “You’re wrong, Alaric,” I said, forcing a smile. “You’ve already lost.” Alaric’s eyes blazed with fury, and he took a step toward me, his hands crackling with dark energy. “I will make you regret those words, Sera,” he snarled.

With that, he vanished. Serena stood there, bored and restless. Suddenly, several male werewolves reeking of alcohol stumbled into the alley. When they saw her, their eyes lit up. "Well, look at this. How did a beauty like you end up here? Looks like it's our lucky day!" As they spoke, they started moving in on her. Serena instinctively backed away and shouted, "What are you doing? I'm a researcher—"

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.

Gunfire erupts immediately, bullets tearing through the night. Sera and Dante burst through the back window. Sera's rust-colored wolf hits the ground first, immediately attacking the nearest hunter—her jaws close on his arm, making him drop his weapon. Dante's alpha wolf is right behind her, massive and deadly. He takes down two hunters before they can react, his supernatural speed overwhelming their human reflexes. But there are too many. For every hunter they take down, two more appear. Silver bullets whiz past Sera's head. One catches her shoulder, burning like fire. She yelps but keeps fighting.

“The curse’s final defenders. Your blood woke them, Talia. They’re here for you.” ‎My heart stopped, the First Lycan’s words ringing: *Others will try to take it from you.* These weren’t wolves—they were darkness itself, tied to the betrayal of my ancestors, hungry for the light in my blood. I shifted, my silver-grey fur shimmering, my claws digging into the earth, and Rex shifted beside me, his black wolf massive, his red eyes blazing. The bond pulsed, tying us together, and I felt his strength, his love, fueling mine. ‎

I whisper, voice hoarse. Lucian doesn’t respond. He doesn’t even blink. “He’s not coming back,” I try again, softly. “It’s over.” Still nothing. But then I say the only word that matters. “Seris.” Lucian’s head snaps up. Without a word, he turns and starts walking toward the cave, his every step heavy with grief and fatigue. The others follow, limping, bloodied, broken—but alive. We enter the cave together. Spellfire flickers across the damp stone walls, casting long shadows. At the center lies Seris, her body encircled by glowing runes etched into the earth. The symbols pulse like a heartbeat, their glow eerie and relentless.

I don't know why but it felt wrong, it felt disgusting offering my dick to Sera. “I want Aurora not you,” Alex snapped. I wasn't sorry he said that. “You what?!” Sera stood up and fumed with anger. “We had been doing thus for years, I stood by your side even when your parents died, what's so special about that pale, colourless bitch that I don't have? I was there when you were cursed—” I felt my blood boil, hearing her call Aurora pale and colourless made me lose it. I felt my hands twitching, eager to land hot slaps on her, I caught myself pausing mid air before landing my hands on her.

Kaden's head snapped up, his body going rigid. "Stay here," he ordered, then ran toward the noise. I followed anyway, my heart pounding. The pack house dining room was chaos, and people crowded around someone on the floor. I pushed through the crowd and froze. Marcus, Kaden's Beta, lay on the ground clutching his chest, his face twisted in pain. A shattered glass lay beside him, wine spreading across the floor like blood. His eyes found mine and went wide. "Sera?" he whispered, his voice choked. Then he collapsed completely, his body going still.

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.