Hellsing Quotes Romane & Geschichten

“I’m going to take your Kingdom and I’m going to burn it to the fucking ground.” Bjorn's applause broke the silence. "Truly, you are one of a kind, Bellatrix."

Expected from smarty-pants. "Hello Scylla." "C'mon, I can see the frustration and annoyance drip from your voice, at least hide it a little. Hope you'll love your time in hell my queen." Talk about dripping annoyance. And great, everyone knew Hades as a pervert. "It's not as nice as you think." "Hmmph, we all say that." "I don't have the charisma or strength for this. Where's Euryale?" "In her room, just a warning, knock first."

“Your courage is meaningless.” Hazel’s fingers tightened around her pendant. Its warmth surged through her, matching the rising anger in her chest. “Courage is everything when you’re willing to fight,” she shot back, her voice steady despite the fear lacing her veins. She glanced at Damon, who nodded once, his sword gleaming under the moonlight—a silent promise of unity.

But people died today, you had no right. Hella gets a bit displeased and snarls, ''Watch your tone don't forget your place. I can do much worse than today's attack and you know that. About those people, they died for the greater good, there is nothing more honorable. I'm afraid I must go now but I'll be watching you.''

My tone dropped into something even hell couldn’t touch. “Una morte veloce è il paradiso per i peccatori... Ma una morte lenta è il primo inferno.” (A quick death is heaven for sinners... but a slow death is the first hell.) Cassian’s knees nearly buckled. I stepped even closer, lowering my voice like a dagger sliding between ribs. “I will cut off your limbs… one after the other. Pluck out your eyes. Rip your tongue. Break every tooth in your mouth.

Ghost-Queen (voice raw, ancient, broken): “I was supposed to save them. I was the strongest storm-speaker in a thousand years. I thought pride was the same as protection. I was wrong. I killed them all with my refusal to bend. Now you wear my crown’s sister. You speak the words I never finished. So do it. Judge me. Hate me. Strike me down. I deserve it.” She drops to her knees in the water, crown bowed, waiting for the killing blow. Hellebore Mist is in my hand before I realize I drew it. The blade hums (hungry, righteous). Remy’s hand closes gently over mine.

The werewolf then spat on the floor, facing Helsinger angrily. "Bastard. You cannot even give me an honorable death." he cursed "Are you honorable?" Helsinger asked him "At least I'm not the one forcing the weakest in my clan to kill a werewolf. Does he even know what a werewolf is?" he asked. "He doesn't need to know." Helsinger said "Oh but he does. I would rip him to tiny bits if it had not been for these bothersome chains. Dare you to remove them Helsinger." he said bringing the chains into view and started laughing

As we drew closer, I addressed Blaze, my voice firm and commanding. "Blaze." He regarded me with a smug, self-assured expression, his eyes glinting with malevolence. Then, in a low, hypnotic chant, he spoke the words: "Per manus autem quod amans, et veniet tibi mors." As he finished speaking, his eyes transformed, turning an eerie shade of white that seemed to pierce through the very soul.

"I dedicate myself to Hell, to the abyss where no light will dare to shine. For my vengeance, I give my soul its agony, its rage, its grief." The room creaked back to him, its walls shuddering as if the stone itself could sense the power of the centuries-old curse. Vosvak's own voice, rough with despair, rang out now, echoing off the icy, pitiless walls. His eyes stretched wide with madness, fixed on some sight outside reality.

I will do everything within my power to bring Zenith Hells to his knees before me and when I do that, I will make him regret ever doing this to me. ~Hateful Thoughts of Griselda Brownstone~