Hellsing Quotes Novels & Stories

It was the deep and manly voice that teased her and sang to her earlier. How could that be? She didn't want to be stuck in hell for the rest of her life. Heck, she didn't even want to be involved in such dramas of other people's lives. Or rather, the hell king's life. "Bullshit." She spat out. "Let's not be too feisty, beloved queen." It teased her again, "You're facing food then curse? Haven't your God taught you manners?" Candles lit the room. Indeed, she is in the dining room, dozens of food lay before her. Breakfast, desserts and also, drinks which includes blood.

He buried his face in my hair, his chest heaving as he held me like a man who had just watched his entire world burn and somehow found it standing in the ashes. High above us on the stone parapet, Helene stared down at the empty, blood-covered bolt lying in the slush. Her dark eyes widened in sheer, disbelieving rage. "Impudent girl," Helene hissed, her voice carrying across the courtyard like a winter gale. "You think pulling one piece of metal saves him? You think your mother's blood makes you untouchable?" She raised both hands toward the sky, her black robes billowing around her as she tapped directly into the master ward of Thorncross Keep.

HELL? “Inventive,” he mused, admiring it as though it were a gemstone. “How far you’ve come since the last time I walked among you mortals. Killing your prey with little metal balls and fire.” He flicked his crimson gaze back to the now terrified gunmen, his grin shark-like and hungry for blood. “I humbly applaud you. You have guts turning your weapon on a god. Too bad your mortal, little bodies get squashed so easily. You’re all like ants. Good for the environment, but bugs all the same.”

Her eyes glowed blue and the same with her palms, she turned over as sight instantly swam across the barrier and towards her. Line by line, she began to reverse; " lleh fo semalf eht yb llaf" (Fall by the flames of hell) The first line was spoken, the line which triggered a reverse spell. "Htaed O' (O death) The second line, spoken, it seemed like nothing had occurred yet. "Ssenkaew ruoy si siht rof" (For this is your weakness) "Maria stop this please!" John let his emotion flow as he cried out loud, hitting against the barrier once more.

Hazel's POV " Are you abandoning me again Hazel? " I stared into his yellowish eyes with the red sparks. It looks like flames, the black shadows around him, it's the curse everyone is mentioning. I'm not surprised he got himself cursed for killing all these people. " Your mind elsewhere Hazel. " Silver whispered as he tightened his grip on me which made me groan. " You idiot, you're killing me! " I said as I grabbed his hands on my ribs and my neck.

Aya finally spoke-" Enough....." Amira bowed before her respectfully and moved away. Patricia was still standing on her face with a scared expression. Aya slowly came down from her throne and said-" It was finally nice to meet you, Slave child..." She frowned and walked back but Aya was faster enough to grip her wrist. She began to chant-"sanguis mihi Semel Vindictus, ego te exire jubeo. Orietur in te lumen inferni ad te Nunc adorabis coram me" (the blood once was sold to me, I command to come forth thee. The light of hell would rise in your as you will now bow down before me).

**“Sanguis antiquus, voco te…” (*Ancient blood, I call you…*) **“Per lunam et per ignem…”** (*By moon and by fire…*) **“Solve sigillum dormientis animae!”** (*Unseal the sleeping soul!*) My body convulsed. Veins burned. Bones groaned. The night screamed with me. She pressed her bleeding hand to my mouth again. “Repeat after me.” I tasted lightning. And obeyed. “Sanguis antiquus… voco te…”

What did Janice say? Huzzah! I remembered "Hels is my ANIME CAROLl?!" It came out more like a question, but it seems like that's what Janice said. The queen's white gaze pierces me and her snakes constrict with fierce rage. Her slitheryn servents start to bite me and I cry out in pain. "Helly if there is any part of you still in there please come back" I sob. The queen laughs and turns her attention to hipster douche. "Lock him up. He will provide useful in getting the Florantine usurper to us"

“Fight for us, please!” Selene’s spectral form flickered, her violet spells blazing in arcs of fire, scorching Aethra’s vines, her voice a sharp command, her loyalty unwavering. “Jessica, your hollowness is your strength! Don’t let Lyssia win!” She hurled a radiant bolt at Sylvara’s shadow, but Vynia’s threads pierced her side, her light dimming, her scream raw with pain. “We’re your family!”

Books and science have proven that the existence of the supernatural was impossible. “From where I’m standing, you should be terrified to hell,” She replied, her voice smooth and disconcerting. “Hell, you should even be pissing your pants over this right now.” Willow added. “And why should I?” Russell scoffed, taking another swig from his beer bottle.