Hellsing Novels & Stories

the person who could show me heaven invited me with his open arms. "Come here or you will regret it for your life" the person who is showing me the hell, warned me. I looked between both of them getting confused whom should I choose? If I chose heaven then my family's life would be at stake and if I chose hell then I would become a walking dead body. I am stuck 'Between Hell and Heaven'

She wielded a fire sword that had been activated! Except for Ingo, who was holding the unconscious Quintessa in his arm behind them, Militiades, Ulrica, and Drusus followed suit. Carissa rushed up to Hengist, a sinister expression on her face. Tisiphone also draws her sword and charges at Carissa. Militiades went after Badulf, Ulrica went after Signy, and Drusus went after Lydos. Cling! Clang! Ingo looks nervously at the scene in front of him.

Damn, he underestimated me! "You fight without your armor. So don't blame me if you get seriously injured later." He smiled as he took out a hell spear. A hell spear with a sharp tip with gold engraving on it, and a bell was wrapped around the hell spear. In hell mythology it is called the death knell. "Are you angry that I killed your sister?" I smirked while looking at him. "Are you angry that I disturbed your lover?" replied Midaz who didn't want to lose to me.

They stopped in front of the picture that Millie had seen before. "I am named after this man Count Alphonso de Costa the first, he was a great soldier, he killed hundreds of people on the battlefield, poisoned all of his enemies at home, and married five women, and killed them when he got fed up with them and married a new one." Millie gulped and gave a small smile, "How interesting." "He haunts this corridor," Alphonso said "you can hear the clashing of swords all night long, the screams of the women as he rapes them," he said with a flourish.

he said, skeptical. Saelin barked a short derisory laugh, one he noticed was directed at herself and not the prophecy she had just recited. "Yes," she answered. "They all think me a vessel for Rin." Sethlzaar's brows furrowed. "Rin?" "The goddess of war," she explained. "The stories say she once came to fight an evil that was to bring death to Ayla and won, but the evil had failed to be vanquished. Then she had possessed a whisper of her powers but if she inhabits her vessel she can bear down her full might should the evil return."

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

As expected, Ding Hao caught sight of the master mentioned by the giant man—Arnold in the crowd. The master was a beautiful maiden with an extremely outstanding appearance. She wore a suit of scarlet armor, and her skin was as white as a translucent milky white jade. She gave off an inexplicable aura, and she was definitely a "Helen of Troy" in terms of either her bearing or her look. Her eyebrows tipped up into the hair near her temples, and she had a pair of beautiful eyes in which a ferocious evil spirit seemed to dwell. She was enveloped by a layer of faintly visible crimson mist, which was created by her killing intent and could devour numerous living creatures in an instant. According

" Witches that are able to bring back the death by baking a body made out of herbs and the bones of the dead person. The soul would be forced back into the body and would require the souls of the death to continue living. Exhibit A, for example. " V7 says as he points at me. Sango and Kagome both give me a shocked look. " *Sighs* Why did you have to point me out? You traitor brat!" I sighed. " They would have noticed sooner or later, I mean you look like a porcelain doll!" " I am not!" " Yeah, but it doesn't change the fact that you look like one! Your armor isn't even covering your neck! It looks exactly like the neck of a doll! The joins stick out when you look up!"

3RD PERSON Everyone is holding their breath while waiting for the duel between Black Dragon and Hercules to start. They seems to be trying to gauge each other’s skill on the sword. Hercules is using a longsword and JD is using a katana. Who will dominate the duel? Everyone is waiting to witness it. Finally, Hercules raised his sword and attacks JD in full force. JD just lightly flicks his katana towards his longsword and deflects the attack. “Is that your best?” JD asks Hercules who is already starting to get annoyed.

Her white eyes glowed and fury was written all over her pale visage. History was being rewritten. A history that had happened millions of years ago was about to take place again. The war and death goddess got up from her throne and with the Okulus, she used it to summon her army. An army that she would take with her to that mortal world and finally procure Reign—the last of the Heralds. "Our time has come my loyal subjects! Now let us go and get what is rightfully ours!" she hissed just as the thundering footsteps of her army could be heard already gathering behind her.