Hellsing Quotes Romane & Geschichten

“What, you thought saving the world would be glamorous?” “I thought maybe it wouldn’t include so many legal clauses,” I said, waving a dusty scroll. He snorted. “You sound like Cassian.” “Please, if I sounded like Cassian, I’d be complaining with my whole chest and quoting a dramatic poem about death.” As if summoned, Cassian popped his head into the room. “I heard that,” he said. “And I do not appreciate the slander. I quote only the best dramatic poems.” “Get out,” Killian and I said in unison.

'Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.' 🌹🌹 Winning And Revelations (Part 1) 🌹🌹 🌹 Vala POV 🌹 I twist my head to stare at my two guardians and their eyes spoke the same words. 'Don't you dare lose or else....' I breathed in and out and waited for the signal.

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

“There’s protective caution and a fine line stunting the progress of a race. The slough or high elves, shining ones, whatever they decide to respond to today. They believe they are superior to all races. Enslaving those who won’t recognise them as superior and the Master race. If you don’t bend. Well, they will make you wish you did. Then kill you. Life for the immortal is a game. They don’t care to learn the rules to nor abide by.” “Sounds very much like Hitler’s ideas.” “You think he was the first?” “No…” “We removed the documents they taught him from because of their original source was Fae related. Before you ask. Yes, if we ever leave the shadows. Then history will need yet another rewr

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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.

“If my body commits a crime, it will get mixed in the soil and beyond that, it can’t receive anything, but if the soul sins, it’ll burn in the fire of hell which will never end.” Hazel looked up at Rebecca, finding her silent. “I am only saving myself,” she continued in her soft voice which melted her heart in a second like always. “God, Hazel! Tum aur kitni khubsurat ho sakti ho?!” The sudden compliment from Rebecca made Hazel smile softly. “Thank you,” she said, giving Rebecca her shy smile. “What?! Did you understand that?” Rebecca asked, totally startled by Hazel’s answer. Her eyes widened as she gaped at Hazel, who nodded, her facial expressions turning obvious.

The light illuminated Camela’s face in every moment—crying, pleading, her scar glowing brightly. Vincent's heart surged with fury. He charged forward, ripping through the first line of soldiers. Lanterns shattered around him, and screams filled the air. But for every shadow he tore apart, two more appeared in its place. Amidst the chaos, the ghost voice whispered, sounding calm yet cruel. “You can’t kill shadows. And you can’t silence her voice.” Vincent dug his claws into the cracked stone and said, “Yet here you are…you show yourself. That was your mistake.”

She didn’t stop for one second. “Ubi umbrarum choreas et vires antiquas fluunt. Cum verba susurrata et corda ardescunt, Maledictionem detexite, eius nexum relinque.” She recited. “Ex tenebris profundis, lux oritur,” Until her nose started to bleed and the veins in her neck threatened to burst out. But she didn’t stop. “Grandma!” I yelled with a crack in my voice. “Stop!”

I repeated the spell louder, “Cum omni necessitate potestateque Hecates, appareas ille, potens et antiquus, quem voco.” Energy pulsed like wildfire beneath my hands, heat radiating upward, and I repeated it a third time, almost screaming, “Cum omni necessitate potestateque Hecates, appareas ille, potens et antiquus, quem voco.” A surge of raw power nearly knocked me off my feet. Whispers in an ancient, dangerous language slithered through the air, sending ice-cold shivers down my spine. Finally, it was time to uncover the truth.