Hellsing Jan Valentine Novels & Stories

Immediately, the two vampires began rubbing their faces into the side of the women’s necks. The third female had bright red hair and soft, angelic features. Valentin’s stomach dropped as he realized it was Zahara. His heart pounded out of his chest. He didn’t know she’d been Renatus’s latest obsession. He thought she was safe, confined to the walls of Aveline’s chambers as her waiting maid.

Yet, there is a part of her that fears what is to come, that dreads the sight of blood and the finality it represents. Valentine, the 20-year-old son of the amiable and highly venerated Dr. Percy, the vampyre who has become an unlikely ally to the Redbone pack, stands at the edge of the clearing, his dark eyes never leaving Selena. He is an enigma, a creature of the night who has chosen to walk among wolves. His presence is a reminder that the world is not as black and white as it seems, that there are shades of gray in even the most rigid of hierarchies. Valentine’s attention is focused, his senses attuned to every movement, every breath. He is here not just as an observer, but as a protect

Valerie got to her room and locked the door behind her. She quickly picked the call before it could cut off. "Hi, Janet?" "Valerie. The lady gave birth not long ago." The Janet lady said from the other line. Valerie's heart skipped. "Good. A girl?" "Yeah. What are you planning on doing now?" "I'm planning on doing anything possible to destroy that witch! She thinks she can have the last laugh? Huh! That's not possible!" Valerie vibrated.

The tension between Eliseo and Althea, who hadn’t seen each other in years, filled the room with uncomfortable silence. Valentine soon entered from the kitchen, limping slightly as she favored the leg she had injured earlier that afternoon when she fell into the flower bed. Plastering on a warm, artificial smile, she greeted Althea. "Althea, you’re back! Please, have a seat. I just asked the housekeeper to prepare dinner—fried fish, your favorite!" In front of Eliseo, Valentine continued playing the role of the devoted, loving stepmother. Sadly, no amount of performance could hide what she truly was—a malicious schemer beneath the surface.

“She’s lovely, but surely he can’t be serious…” “She must be a witch. A seductress. Why else would he choose her?” My chest rose and fell in panic. I lowered my eyes, focusing on the tiles beneath me. Anything but their stares. And then I saw him. Valerian. Standing at the altar of the Moon Goddess, tall and dressed in dark red ceremonial robes. His silver crown shone under the light, and his eyes burned as they landed on me. His smile was cruel. He stepped forward and grabbed my arm from the guards.

Lina reclined on the delivery bed, her eyes filled with triumph. The old Don of the Valentino Family gripped his cane, smiling wider than ever before. His voice rang out louder than usual. "The Valentino family has an heir! I hereby declare that he will become the successor of our family!" He pointed proudly at the newborn. Everyone cheered, celebrating with delight, yet not a single person mentioned me. Watching it all, I dug my nails into my palm. Then suddenly, Renato's assistant rushed in, panting. "Don… Madre… she's still in the storage room, waiting to give birth."

"You could say that." "Valentine's Day is hell." He says it like a fact, not a suggestion. "Worst holiday ever invented. Just manufactured pressure to prove something that shouldn't need proving." "You're not romantic then." "I was once romantic." His smile was sad. "Then I learned that romance and love are different things. Romance is just performance. Love is simply showing up when it's not pretty." I opened the door wider. I don't know why. Maybe because he's the first person all night who hasn't looked at me with pity or guilt or expectation.

“I want my own money, I want to earn it myself. It has nothing to do with what you can give me.” “Then why Gianna, of all people you can serve?” They fall silent. I wait for Valeria to say something bad, but in the end, she says, “Why not Gianna? She’s the best person I could hope to serve.” “That’s nonsense,” Ares hisses. I hear a slam, no doubt him slamming his fist on something. Valeria takes a deep breath before saying, “It’s far from bullshit. She’s the kindest woman I have ever met in my life despite being an Alpha Heir.”

I said, smiling as I educated him. “Some serum boss? What’s it for?” He asked looking confused as he stared at the box and then back at me. He was so impatient. But that was no matter. He didn’t have much time anyways. “The ugly bitch you saw leading the Red dawn pack was Valerie Hugh. Dr Valerie Hugh. A very brilliant doctor that was able to reverse engineer this serum as soon as she was turned.” I looked at him again. He was struggling to stay conscious. The venom was beginning to manifest.

With hatred, Charlotte stared at the large locked door, where Valerie was trapped inside. Valerie is an insect, the only obstacle for Charlotte to own Jose and she must be exterminated!