Hellsing Games Novels & Stories

I yelled and tried to attack her with the broken glass She disappeared and reappeared behind me "Tsk tsk, little girl you are really funny, trying to attack a demon with a glass,! "She said and immediately all the broken glasses on the ground raised up to her command My heart went pounding in shock Was this real or a dream!!! Her lips track into a demonic smile "Welcome to hangur huntress! "She said and all the glass immediately moved to my direction I closed my eyes tightly expecting death when I heard a familiar voice yelling at me

I have read a lot of novels where highschool student trys to play a game at a party but disaster always happen after that. I won't be a part of this game, i rather watch and entertain myself. I saw Kelly smiling already... "Is it truth or dare?" Kelly asked the girl "No! Is a new game...is called paper spreading...we use to play the game a lot in my former school. Don't worry; it will be fun." She said and smiled "Then let's play the game, the guy i saw her kissing earlier spoke. " who is in? She asked...don't worry about the rules and how the game is being done; I will explain everything. " she added

Gently Slipping It's 6:50 pm, an hour early. She rolled her neck, stuffing her uniform in a backpack in a designated locker labeled C in the dressing room. Her black heels followed after the bag. Out of uniform, she rolled off her underwear and went to the adjacent room for a long soak.

It was just about to loosen when a mechanical voice suddenly rang in my ear. “Hello, your romance system has arrived.” My romance system was finally online. But the very next second, it continued: “Emergency alert. Due to a processing error, you were transmitted into the wrong game. This is not a dating-sim otome game. This is a horror game. Special note: the person you are currently attempting to overpower is the final boss of the horror game.” My scalp went numb. Electricity ran down my spine. Even my fingers trembled. What? I was in the wrong game?

Windows tinted. Her phone buzzed with a message. Dante: Get in. Her pulse skipped. She could’ve ignored it, walked away. But she didn’t. Because this was the game. And if she wanted to win, she had to play. The car drove her across the city, weaving through traffic until it stopped in front of a building she didn’t recognize. It wasn’t a restaurant. It wasn’t an office. The glass façade gleamed with understated luxury, the kind that didn’t advertise but commanded.

And worse—they get the people you care about killed. But I couldn’t shake it. The image of her on that dark road, trembling but still standing. The way she clutched that rag like it was the only weapon she had. The way her eyes searched mine, like maybe she wanted to believe me when I told her she didn’t have to be scared. Yeah. I was tangled in her now. Whether I wanted to be or not. And if Crow was right—and he usually was—then whatever ghosts Lucy carried wouldn’t stay in the dark forever.

“What?” She brings her hand thoughtfully to her chin, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Let’s play a game. I guess what you are. You say hot or cold.” “No.” “Silver hair, silver eyes… oh… I know… you're a polar bear.” Dorian lowers his eyelids. Really… a polar bear? “That’s ridiculous, even for you.” “Hot or cold, Dorian?” “Fucking cold.” She looks at him, frowning, almost sincerely. Almost. “Okay… uh… Unicorn! Yes, unicorn.”

I splashed the gasoline into every corner of the room, dousing everything, even that massive mechanical eyeball. "Shall we work together for the last time?" I pulled out the lighter. No. 99's body was already half see-through, but he still bent down, grabbed the axe from the floor, and gave me a firm nod. "Then let's go to hell together." With a click, flames roared to life. But this time, the fire wasn't red. Because what was burning wasn't wood or furniture, but lines of code and fake models and textures. The flames were a strange, ghostly blue.

“But there are levels to this game, Henrique.” I took a step forward. “Return the shipment you hijacked. Or be ready to be torn alive.” Henrique spat on the ground near my boot. He laughed, taunting me. “Go on. I dare you. Do your worst.” I tilted my head. “As you wish.” I didn’t even have to signal. The clearing erupted into a total disorder. Bodies collided; the sound of fists hitting the enemy’s flesh; the snarls of wolves filling the air.

Then a whole barrage of them, shattering windows, tearing through walls, sending glass and plaster flying everywhere. "Get down!" Bernard shouted. "Take the girl back!" Vito yelled at the guard, who immediately turned and ran back through the door, slamming it shut behind him. Vito grabbed a gun from one of Gianna's guards and moved quickly to the window, staying low. He peeked out just enough to see what they were dealing with. Three black cars. Maybe four. Men hanging out the windows with automatic weapons, spraying bullets like they had an endless supply. "Fuck," Vito muttered.