Hellsing Ova Novels & Stories

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.

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 read aloud, the name sending a ripple of energy through the air. The pages were fragile, written in old tongues I couldn’t read until suddenly, I could. My vision blurred for a moment, then shifted. The words realigned themselves, as though welcoming me. Inviting me. Explaining who I was. Hellhounds. Witches. Hybrids lost to time. A power both feared and desired. They are born of broken bloodlines—half beast, half magic. I blinked. No. That couldn’t be right. I wasn’t a witch. I was just… broken. Abandoned. An omega with a half-dead wolf and too many scars to count.

And for Selene to stand beside him—not as his subordinate, but as his Luna, his equal. The ceremony was not a gentle affair. The Ashen Pack thrived on strength, on endurance, on proving dominance through action—not just words. And so, the Blood Oath was required. Selene stood before Darius at the center of the gathering, her stance unwavering, her gaze locked onto his. They were dressed in ceremonial robes—dark silver for him, deep charcoal black for her, embroidered with symbols of the ancient wolves who had ruled before them. Kael and Zaria stood as witnesses, each holding blades carved from obsidian, meant for one purpose.

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.

That voice sounded familiar, it was Sara. I turned and she was the one. " What's your business with what I put on?" I asked her. " You are wearing the wrong dress, can't you see what the others are putting on? I'm sure you can see it" she said. " Of course, I am not blind, I can see it clearly. What else?" I asked her. There was a round of applause from the back, someone was here. I turned and was surprised to see Mark. Did Kevin invite Mark as well? He was looking different, looking sick. Did the old witch curse him before she died?

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.