Novel & Cerita Hellsing Oc

THE BRAND ONLY HURTS IN ONE Eyes like a night without stars meets eyes like a sea of blood. One is innocent and fearful and the other is spiteful and murderous. How can they be destined? Breathing gets hard, both of their hearts racing. Everything that was cold, now seems to be burning. With each step that Occisor takes back, a pain strikes his neck, forcing him to return to his human form. Bloodstain also feels her body being forced to change back.

I wanted to leave but my feet feel so heavy right now. The entire area was enveloped with silence until an old man in a white robe entered inside. The attention of all shifted to him. "Stop! I am glad I made it in time. What is going on here?" his intimidating voice resonated in the crown and resulted in an uproar. The Moon Goddess tilted her mouth to speak. "This is the mating ball and your son has gotten a mate and she is standing next to me!" He gave us a very intimidating look. "This is so damn ridiculous! How come, my son, is fated with a cursed Omega? She has a blood of a witch running through her veins. The last witch alive! They are our mortal enemy!"

How could they possibly continue fighting against two Nine Saint Oracles? Hansel nodded and shouted, "Nine Saint Oracle, you're marked!" Hansel raised his hand, and an evil-looking and poisonous mist spread quickly toward Xenia and Yennie. Uh!

Mira's POV The White Coven: The heavy wind blew across my hair as I pushed the door's handle. The chimes jiggled loudly. I stepped in and all the women stopped chanting. Their dark clothes make everything eerie. Their heads suddenly turned to look at me. I stood still and noticed her, the high priestess at the altar. She raised her head revealing her dark shoulder length hair and thick eye liner. “Mira Alexander!!!” She yelled. I shuddered at the tone of her voice. She just had to be that loud. “Yes, priestess.”

Damon knelt beside it, his expression darkening as he lifted a bloodied piece of fabric from inside. “What is that?” Hazel asked, her voice trembling. “It’s mine,” Damon said, his voice low and furious. Hazel’s stomach churned as realization dawned. “Someone in the castle is working with the Order.” Damon rose to his feet, his presence radiating anger. “And they won’t get away with it.” --- As night fell, Hazel stood on the castle’s battlements, her gaze fixed on the horizon. The pendant hummed softly against her chest, its glow a reminder of the prophecy that bound her fate.

she announced. “Aislen Carter,” Phillip Salem approached the door from the other side, cutting off what Charlie had been about to say. “May we speak? I think that you are operating under the misunderstanding that we are your enemies, and I would like to clarify that whilst there is a war underway, it is not between werewolves and werewolves. It is between the supernatural world and the Van Helsings.” “Humans,” she replied. “The war is between the pack and humans.”

All the wolves backed off, making way for Helie through some unspoken agreement, and I saw Cillian lying on his side, panting and bleeding. Cade shifted into his base form and cackled, spitting blood. "You? You are going to be the one to kill me? How pathetic. You aren't capable. You aren't worthy. Send a Liviana—either one. Oh, wait, I dumped the younger one out to fry in the sun—" Helie leaped on Cillian Cade's chest and clamped her jaws down on his throat—and ripped. Chunks of the Hazel Coast Beta flew everywhere. Gemma made a strangled noise. I reached forward to squeeze her shoulder reassuringly. She started but squeezed my hand back. Her heart was beating out of control even when Cari

“This is heading towards a big f-king shit-show of chaos. The Van Helsings didn’t position themselves in this way just to capture a few werewolves and return to praying to the false god, they mean to take over, and the werewolves are already working towards retaliation, so this is going to escalate and soon.” “Yeah,” Aislen sighed heavily. “I know.” She remembered her dream and the way that she had been dressed, the weapon that she had dropped and the round of her belly. “Things are going to get f-ked up pretty quickly,” she said softly. “I just want to get my mates all in one place and safe before shit hits the fan, okay?”

And that was the reason we needed to get them on our side. Then I looked towards the moon, high up in the sky. “You will always back the good up. It’s time for me to wage war over evil, and I will need you to help me fight this.” I voiced out to the air. ~ MELISSA’S POV All I could see was darkness and it felt as if where I was, currently was void. Oh! My eyes were closed, but was it safe to open them? If I opened them, would I really see Stefan or would I be at the medical tent? With what I recall, I fell to the floor and became unconscious. Ah! I should be at the medical tent and what was nice was that I was feeling better than I was, before I fell unconscious.

Hailey felt weak compared to the others in the castle, but her expertise in dance taught her a thing or two about body movement. In other words, she wasn't as clueless about fighting as she tried to appear. When the atmosphere in the room shifted, Beta Ruel glanced up, momentarily distracted. Seizing the moment, Hailey lunged at him, moving with the grace of a dancer. She crouched low and kicked his foot out from under him.