Hellsing Ova Novels & Stories

What the hell was going on? "These aren't normal rogues," someone yelled through the mind link. "They are acting like a pack!" "Arion! This way!" Arrow growled through the mind link. We turned the corner, and what we saw left us petrified: the ground was coated with blood mixed with Rina's scent. Two dead rogues lay motionless on the ground. Their heads nearly separated from their bodies. I sniffed the blood, and Dex's mixed with the rogues. None of it belonged to our mate.

Gabriel chuckled, "You'd better behave. She might thump you." Ten minutes later, Millie, Lucy, and Jess came into the kitchen. Nick and Gabriel stood up. Millie had her arm around Jess, and Lucy was holding her hand. "Jess, this is Claire," Claire gasped and covered her face, there was a female clone of Nick standing in front of her. "Bloody hell," muttered Gabriel. Claire dropped her hands and wrapped her arms around Jess, "Oh my darling, it's so lovely to meet you. When she finally let go of jess, Gabriel stepped forward.

Everything happened so quickly; one moment I was standing there with Hermes making casual conversation, the next thing I know, all the souls of Heaven and Hell appear in the Garden and the battle begins. They went from zero to a hundred incredibly fast. Lucifer was right, there was absolutely no warning about this battle about to commence, nothing like the mock battles we had – these souls appeared out of nowhere and they kept coming, leaving nothing but the sight of fighting figures all along the flat plane of the Garden.

The light funneled downward in a blinding column, slamming directly into Rebel’s chest. A voice filled the clearing. Ancient. Feminine. Absolute. It vibrated through bone and soul alike, leaving no room for doubt. “BORN OF MOON AND MAGIC. CHILD OF TWO CROWNS. THE FIRST HYBRID. THE BRINGER OF BALANCE. THE TRUE HEIR.” Rebel threw her head back as power surged through her—violent, divine, overwhelming. Green flames erupted along her fur. Silver lightning split the earth beneath her paws. The sky cracked open with a deafening thunderclap.

And Aurora Hale whispered softly, “Father, let’s see what you built.” Her finger pressed the screen. Deep beneath the estate Atlas Omega awakened. Across the battlefield Every drone froze. Every tower rotated. Every light on the estate turned blood red. Sebastian stopped walking. Alexander Ravel’s eyes widened. Helena Voss’s smile vanished for the first time. Because the ground beneath the battlefield began to open. And something far larger than an army, began to rise.

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.

"Per potentiam et robur meum, tenebras et infernum solve!" With a forceful strike, the scepter hit the ground, sending shockwaves through the hall. Outside, the once serene sky turned bloody, and portals to the abyss of hell tore open, unleashing a horde of demons upon the world. Pandemonium reigned as chaos and darkness descended. The hall erupted in chaos, the supremes, Velia, Venus, Eron everyone in it. Meanwhile, Kaerlia reached her mother's room, only to find her on the floor, writhing in pain. Her veins had turned an unnatural shade of green, and her pallid skin told a harrowing tale.

It’s because I saw my future. “A future where you infected me, where I lost my baby, and where I died a miserable death." I looked straight into his eyes. "Now you've walked that path in my place. So, tell me, should I be thanking you?" His cloudy eyes widened violently. A strangled sound tore from his throat. His body began convulsing uncontrollably. The line on the heart monitor spiked wildly before flattening into a single, piercing tone. The floating comments exploded. [YES! THIS is how the story was meant to end! The villainess changed her fate, and the scumbag ended up living her nightmare instead!]

I demanded, even as dread coiled in my stomach. He held up the orb, pulsing with silvery-blue light the divine essence of the Moon Goddess, reaching out to warn us. Images flashed across its surface: villages swallowed by black tides, corpses crawling from the water, shadows twisting into monstrous forms that had once been men. And then, at the center, the Warden itself a dragon-like behemoth forged from the remnants of fallen gods, its scales jagged and gleaming, eyes burning with an eternal hunger. I felt my blood chill. Even Kael, weakened and hollow from the curse, could not face this creature in his current state. And yet, the fate of both realms depended on it.

The storm raged above them, an unrelenting force that distorted the sky into a mass of writhing black and crimson. The air was thick with the scent of burning ozone, and the land itself quivered beneath their feet, as though the world knew what was coming. Velora led the way, their ethereal form moving with an unearthly grace, their presence bending the very fabric of reality around them. Elior, Myrra, Bram, and Rael followed, their breaths ragged as they raced toward the Final Seal.