Hellsing Ova Novels & Stories

The End *********** Guyssss! Yes lovies this is the end of I H H. Tomorrow I will update epilouge 1 and after that epilouge 2. Thats it....After that no updates of ihh. I am overwhelmed right now. The whole journey of In His Hell was a complete roller coaster ride for me. It was a bitter sweet journey. I will talk about this more breifly in epilouge 2. So finally the moment which many of you were waiting for is here.

At this point, I just wish to momentarily depart and seek permanent alienation from this situation. "Sing," he commands with patience. I thought: Chronicles of the Hundred Flowers Grave. Defeated, I concur to his request. I respond to his relentless eyes by sighing helplessly before I continue: Choking in sorrow as death would do us apart, alas how can we be parted? At life's end and eyes clouded by tears, I bestow an ode of hatred. For now, I rest my head to my sleeves as it wipes the tears away. May all that I have in life be vested in my lord for eternity.

We took Nivi to hospital and waited for her test results. Each and every second I stood outside of every test room was like I am passing through an eternity. Under me it was hell of fire where I was burning in that. There is no hell or heaven after death it's all in our life. Now I am getting all punishments for what aI did to that girl and I am in hell. Like my naani said bad people will treated very badly in hell by burning alive in fire.

The family whom I hunted to the last member of their clan, even to their unborn child. Debris and wrecks, I made my way through them until I reached the only remaining door. The cellar. I jumped down the two-story spiral staircase buried underground; crimson lights illuminated the hallways, hunted by the souls I put to rest beyond their time. Feral souls were buried here, and Tauri will become one of them. He will be forgotten and I will have one less enemy after this night. Henry was leaning against the wall of the hallway, covered in moss, a witness to the true identity of the king they were waiting to sit on the throne.

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.

She found an abandoned art studio in the attic next door to the apartment belonging to Gregory’s parents. Yolanda approached the office door, and she could hear the others in the office. There were six Hell Hounds. Yolanda left three here to guard her. So, Catherine, Bridgette, and Jill should be with her. Yolanda still got a kick out of the name of their cohort. The concept behind the name was. If a hellhound was frightening. Then the only scarier than that hell hound was its mother. All Hell Hounds were female enforcers in a pack full of male enforcers. Human society didn’t have a stranglehold of misogynists. A few noses out of joint because they were female. She took a deep breath. Pasted

She added, "You have been here for almost a year now, and the changes are palpable. I have been under his care long before any of you... and it has been hell. Bloodlust consumed him every night, with blood spilling everywhere. He would show no mercy, killing any of us if our doors were not locked at night and if he thirsted for blood." "I agree. Since Lady Sol arrived, he has been remarkably calm. Honestly, I didn't think she would survive a single night," Gerber remarked with a laugh, attempting to soften the impact of her words. She continued, "No offense intended, my dear, I am simply stating the truth. Considering your initial weakness, I genuinely believed you would die within a day, pe

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.

She regarded Carmen with a cool detachment, the faintest trace of amusement could be found in her lips. "You have chosen vengeance," Nyx said, her voice resonating like an ancient bell in the Azuchi-Momoyama Period. "But know this-your time for salvation has passed. You've been dead for over an hour and thirty minutes, Carmen. Your window for returning to the mortal world closed thirty minutes ago."

Mira's POV The White Coven: The heavy wind blew across my hair as I pushed the door's handle. The chimes jiggled loudly. I stepped in and all the women stopped chanting. Their dark clothes make everything eerie. Their heads suddenly turned to look at me. I stood still and noticed her, the high priestess at the altar. She raised her head revealing her dark shoulder length hair and thick eye liner. “Mira Alexander!!!” She yelled. I shuddered at the tone of her voice. She just had to be that loud. “Yes, priestess.”