Hellsing Oc Romane & Geschichten

The sound that leaves Osric is bone chilling, his lycan form is terrifying, built out of pure muscle, with fur so black it’s like he is made of darkness. “Raven focus! This isn’t over!” Embry screams at me, while knocking a vampire away from me, as I stand frozen, watching Jonathan’s body falling onto the blood-soaked grass the moment Osric and Orin collide. Watching them collide is like watching a bomb go off, releasing a shock wave that knocks every nearby fighter back a few feet. “No, this can’t be real,” I sob, pulling myself up I run to my mate’s body laying on the frozen ground, staring up at the moon with vacant eyes.

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.

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.

Kieran was not in the room, he was attending to other things, so I was barely distracted. One war stood out immediately; the War of the Crimson Sky. The Moon Goddess had called upon humans to fight alongside her celestial warriors. The sky, once peaceful, had turned blood-red as thousands clashed. It was said that the battle lasted for seven nights without rest, and on the final night, the Goddess herself descended, her silver light washing over the battlefield. Her presence alone ended the war, forcing the darkness to retreat.

Each person controls a world leader, running the underworld and carefully maintaining the balance needed in such a world filled with human greed, death and destruction— willingly ready to be seen as the devils. Zayn Hellfire was not a Devil. He was Hell itself. “Tea, Don?” Giana places the cup in front of me, her milky gray eyes staring at me even though many cannot do the same. For she is blind. I don’t bother to give a response but she doesn’t wait for one as she places the cup and saucer down on the table. It’s Darjeeling tea, one of Eve’s favorites, but now I am no longer sure if she ever liked it.