Hellsing Oc Romane & Geschichten

“You’re not an omega, child.” “Yes, I am.” “No, you’re not. You were meant to only appear as one.” “What do you mean by that?” I asked. “Like I said earlier, supernatural, but has to use people to do its will. Neither Lunara nor Solara can meet their objectives without using people.” “So…?” “So they choose who to possess, whose body to take over. You’re not an omega, Rhea. You were only supposed to look and act like one as a disguise. If you appeared powerful, you would have given yourself away and Solara would have killed you a long time ago.”

⚠️ Warning: This may contain thoughts of self-harm ⚠️ Alison's POV: After dancing with David I went to the spot where I was enjoying my drink. Then my eyes met the most awful thing I saw at this party. Clad in black as if she were going to a funeral, Mandy came in together with Lucius. She was clinging to him like a thirsty leech, much worse than a vampire. Our eyes met and I could feel the tension rise. Though Lucius also caught my eye. His red tuxedo matches well with his icy cold stares. As much as I want to fangirl over my Alpha I stopped myself from falling into a delirious state of him being lovey-dovey to me.

So I stayed still, my breathing hot under my skin, thinking about the information I read about my mate as one of them picked up a gown, staring at the blood stains. “Did anyone enter this room?” she asked, passing the clothes to her other companion, who waved her hands in disgust. “I have had enough of blood for today.” Her nose wrinkled in disgust and irritation. The other nurse holding the gown flung it away. It landed on top of the empty box, dismissing her suspicion. “I heard the Alpha King brought in an Omega,” the nurse said, wearing her clothes, her bosoms heaving as she spoke. “Yes, a young girl with a strange mark on her neck,” the other one added. Instinctively, I touched my neck.

Thea snapped, but Rhea – having long since found that as an Angel of Hell, her fury was righteous – didn’t let anyone control her narrative. “I was getting ready for my duties,” Rhea replied, ignoring her aunt’s/sister’s tantrum. “I had just gotten out of the shower when Thea Holiday came into my room with a gun in her hand.” “You lying bitch!” It happened fast after that… Thea charged at Rhea – and she was going in for the kill! Her claws were out, ready and hungry for blood. The fury in her eyes transformed her face to something almost inhuman. Hell, there was even something demonic about her, as she half shifted to her wolf. Her mouth foaming and her fangs showing.

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Stacy chanced a glance in Okimi’s direction before continuing, “She believes we are dealing with quite an ancient foe, one that literally feeds on strife and chaos.” The elevator doors opened and Dominic stepped out and turned to face Stacy, “What is it?” One simple word was uttered, but it did not come from Stacy, Okimi didn’t mean to speak the word it just slipped out as she realised what the Hellhound was talking about, “Nogitsune.” Dominic switched his glance to Okimi and back to Stacy who nodded regrettably. “And what the hell is a Nogitsune?” Valaria asked stepping off of the elevator.

“Rank 6th among the elite class. She has a bubbly and happy-go-lucky personality and is the Academy's ‘it-girl who has an eye for fashion and is the famous fashionista in the prestigious Royal Knights Academy. Member of the famous club and paranormal group Blood +, she is initially a tagged member who only joined just to be with her childhood best friend and protector against demons and spirits, Daniela. Known as the only surviving descendant of her clan after the cursed night of her birth where everyone in her family died, she is the only blood that carries the rare ability to drift and to use the drowsing necklace. The sacred artifact of the time and space that God Ophiuchus gifted. The ne

What the hell is happening there? I dragged myself towards the hallway, stumbling down . I couldn’t hear Oscala’s voice again but I could hear the anger sorcerer. He was still wailing. Whatever it is Oscala destroyed, it broke his heart. I walked into the large room where I could see flashes of fire. Immediately I stepped In, someone yelled.

I whimper when I watch Draven’s grip tighten around Angel’s throat. “No!” Helena screams in panic, watching Draven fighting Osric’s command and Angel's face begins to turn purple. "Get out and take your whore mother! The boy is mine!" Draven forces his aura out on us, I try to fight the command, but can’t. I'm forced to slowly retreat as sweat makes its way down my back and face. "You will let him go now!" Osric snarls threateningly, he fights Draven's aura with his own. I’m able to stop and stay in the doorway when Osric’s command somehow blocks Draven’s aura from working on Embry and I.

Civilians came out of some of the houses, adding to the confusion, and were ordered back inside as the Van Helsings met on the road, and debated in puzzlement the source of the sound. Aislen was kneeling on something soft and warm. When she looked down, she realized the woman’s body was beneath her, and she had her knee in the corpse’s stomach. Time had not yet chilled her flesh, and the contrast of warm, soft and dead against the night cool was hideous. Aislen gasped and recoiled, with Talen steadying her as she started to fall. “Shh,” Talen soothed her, his eyes on the Van Helsings.