Hellsing Quotes Novels & Stories

I remind you again, it is not time for your screaming, so stop protesting! Hadassah extended her hands in the cold stormy air, her hair moving and she started to chant the hardest and nastiest spell in witch history, only the astringents of extraordinary power knew how to do it "O spiritus corporibus resurgent dillecto," she chanted, breathing heavily, blood beginning to drip from her nose. "Auxilium meum verum corpore resurrecturos, anima vero mei resurgent, anima vero mei resurgent," the spell was killing Celandine's body, it required too much power which could be done nothing but her life and she started to sob

I was faster than her. Hilda Farell's smile twisted into a deadly and malevolent grin, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity. "You have no inkling of the torment that awaits you," she hissed, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "I will haunt you until your dying breath, and even beyond that, I will ensure your soul is forever trapped in a realm of suffering."

Carmela stood beside Lorenzo, her eyes lifting to trace the bright points of light scattered across the immense night sky. A soft, knowing smile curved her lips as she slowly lowered her gaze back to her companion. "You look... well, different, Enzo," she observed gently, letting out a soft chuckle. "It’s a good change, though. You must be deeply, profoundly in love with that human woman, aren't you?" Lorenzo nodded, a trace of something soft—something Carmela rarely saw, crossing his usually stern face. "She isn't just an ordinary human being, Carmela," he corrected her quietly. "She is a Hellsing."

" But your feminine features are very beautiful, you would be beautiful if you were a woman, wich you are not, your just an ugly devil" " That doesn't even make any sense, you know that?" " oh shut up already, it's bad enough I'm here with you already I don't need to hear you complain now" " you little..." " by the way where are we? is this hell? it pretty much looks like that....am I actually death and went to hell? WHAT THE FUCK I THOUGHT DIEING IS TO STOP EXISTING " *sigh* " Hei don't talk about my home like that kid!"

I whined because I was so embarrassed while he laughed at me. "Hate pollutes the mind." He quoted again and I whimpered. "Next time, pay attention!" He stated, giving me a look. "If we’re quoting Shakespeare, I want to add one." I scoffed crossing my arms on my chest. He motioned his hand to tell me to go on. "Hell is empty and all the devils are here." I spat angrily but it only amused him more and clapped for me as if saying ‘bravo.’ "I hate you... go to hell!" I scowled and grabbed my bag to leave the room. When I was at the door he spoke again.

Why on earth did they have weapons? "You will disrespect your Princess and her mate?" She said before turning to the other guards. "Go for it." Hela taunted as she snapped Tallin's neck and threw him to the side like he weighed no more than a feather. "Give me all you have. What are they? Silver bullets? Wolfsbane? Shoot me, and I will tell you now, you will feel pain like you have never felt before. Your families will feel everything I do to you."

The punctuation was marked with a brownish-crimson hue and stood out against the page in its contrast from the script. Luca cleared his throat and began to read out loud, “In order to go forward you have to go back. In order to grow, you have to shrink. In order to succeed, you have to fail. To heal, there must be blood. Payment for entrance is a warrior's death, immortality is priceless but ultimately cursed. Seek thee out, the Hall of the Slain.” He trailed off with the last few words until the others had to strain to hear. He lowered his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. As the others stared at him, he shook his head as if to ward off a headache.

I spoke the words of the spell, my voice was steady despite the fear coursing through me. “Sanguis ad sanguinem, Memoria ad memoriam, Ostende mihi veritatem, Quod in sanguine latet." Blood to blood, memory to memory, show me the truth that lies hidden in the blood. The room began to tilt. The light from the cloth grew blinding, so bright that I had to shield my eyes. I felt a pulling sensation, like invisible hands were reaching into my chest and yanking me forward. And suddenly I wasn't in the library anymore.

Murphy pulled back instantly from her, holding her hand gently and taking it off from her face, her eyes held tenaciously while locking her gaze at her, speaking rigidly in a loud voice, "THERE IS NO ELYSIUM FOR THOSE WHO DIE COWARDLY! NO ELYSIUM FOR US EVEN! IT'S FOR HEROES! WHO DEFY THEIR FATES, AND DON'T SURRENDER! IT'S NOT FOR COWARDS LIKE YOU AND ME!".

Imagine being in the situation where you know what to do but you can't do it because you're scared of what the consequences may be. I should ask for a negotiation straight up but... "You do not fight a war with war and you do not fight a demon with it's weapon, else you become the demon yourself." Sylvia once told me. In her own view, She became the demon herself when she allowed her mother die instead of her. She could have just saved them both but she paid hatred with hatred. Just like staring too long into the abyss and the abyss staring back at you.