Hellsing Oc Novels & Stories

From my peripheral vision, I could see Tiffany, Lucia, Hellen and Jane fighting as well and I never felt more proud. Catalina was doing a spell with olivia but I was not sure what it was for. I'm sure it was from Rosalina's wiccan journal. These skeletons were fighting us as if they had a personal grudge against us. Though they were sluggish, moaned and growled like that was the language of the afterlife and stunk like hell, they could still fight. A rumbling occured and from where I stood I witnessed Rosalina's eyes open. Oh no!

But the moment Tyler took off his Elder wood, I knew. His sweet Scent wafted through my nostrils, immediately intoxicating me. I feared that another clan head might get to him before I did. I never stopped to analyze his three Scents but now that I did, I realized something was wrong. Tyler had his own unique Scent and the Scent of his bloodline but he didn't have the human Scent. It was rather confusing. A young Vampire might not be able to tell because his bloodline were of humans so having their unique Scent would distract one from the fact that he didn't have the human Scent.

My fangs dig deep into it, and his arms wrapped around my waist tightly. I extracted my fangs and felt suddenly weak. I fell limp on his body, as sleep threatened to plunge in. “You are mine now,” I heard Casper say, before darkness dragged me in. I woke up with a start, my eyes opening to a strange sight. I was dressed in a warrior's armor, and I could hear the sound of dripping. I looked at my hands, and saw they were covered in blood. I was terrified, but as I looked around, I realized the blood wasn't mine. I was standing in a desolate battlefield, surrounded by the dead bodies of soldiers. The air was heavy with the scent of death, and I felt a wave of horror wash over me.

Am I hallucinating? It turns out, I wasn't hallucinating; because the next thing I knew, I felt someone fall into my arms—their body being so warm that it radiated through my clothes. I looked at the woman in my hands and frowned when I saw that she was only in a towel. I was even more surprised to know that this girl in my arms is none other than the blind omega. She lifted her head, and I felt my breath get knocked out of my chest. Fuck. She's not wearing a cloak, and her face was on full-display.

And that uncertainty—Terrified him. ‎Aurelia saw it. Felt it. Her heart cracked.“…Lucien…” The crimson surged again.Her power spiked violently. The chamber shook. ‎Damon laughed softly.“There it is.” The Goddess’s expression hardened.“This ends now.” She raised her hand fully. Silver light exploded outward—Clashing against the crimson.The two forces collided violently.Aurelia screamed again—But this time—Something else answered. ‎Deep, Far below. Ancient. Hungry. A presence stirred...Hellspawn.

Before the geizer reached the Disc, the lava bent back down to the surface, splitting into multiple branches and forming into several demonic heads? “Who dares summon the almighty Bloodstream,” “Drop the charade, Marcus. I’ve seen your tricks before,” “Damn you, Olivia cult,” Marcus said as the constructs gathered into one humanoid body with the appearance of an orderly Italian man in a white top with a red tie. “I’m touched that you remember me,” “The underworld constantly reminds me of how the Enchantress Omega bested me all those years ago,’ “Bested him?,” Roxy asked. “Long story,” Scott said.

As the battle became even more intense, more cries echoed the earth as witness to this war. Death screamed around the place, blood spilled as everyone had murderous intent toward their foes. Meanwhile, In Orlock, Hilda was pacing around the hall when someone walked into the hall through the front door. "I am here" Came the voice of the unexpected. Turning to see who it was, Hilda grinned maniacally when setting her eyes on Amren "You finally responded to my multiple and countless calls" Amren cleared her throat "I didn't mean to escape from Orlock, I am here now, stop the wall"

The servants looked at him, surprised, when he stepped out of his room. And when Michael, the host of the event, announced Onel's presence in the hall, he walked in. “And now, I present to you our beautiful omega who just turned eighteen today...Ladies and gentlemen, here comes Onel!” The doors opened. Everyone was stunned when they saw him naked. The second he walked in; the moon became full. He smiled and shifted.

Forcing her to witness the killing of all her friends in this heinous and savage way, drowning in a wave of guilt every time the siren enters them and chooses one of them, so she is forced to listen to their cries and wails until they finish them once and for all, and the shame with which this demon drive will defile her. She opened her eyes, staring at the depth of his empty eyes that were attracting her to their decision without any effort, losing herself in their darkness. She felt her mouth float with a viscous, disgusting liquid that tasted like gall running down her throat, which was stubbornly resisting not swallowing, urging her to vomit, and only then did she regain consciousness an

A member went to Olivia's side and cut her palm. She groaned when a small drop of blood went out of her hand. She was sweating wet as she bit her lips to stop moaning. “Olivia, we wanted to know if it's true that you teamed up with Lycan Hector's wife to kill Richelle.” Olivia panicked. She didn't know that was the first question that they would ask. She moaned when energy came into her palm; she didn't think she was doing this.