Novel & Cerita Hellsing Seras Victoria

"Protective. Interesting. You feel it too. That pull. The blood calls to Alphas. It always has. She is not just a survivor. She is the last active remnant. And remnants have power." Sera stopped a few feet from the desk. "I want to ask you one thing." Vael waited. His eyes stayed on her. Calm. Analytical. She stood straight in the center of the room. "Did you kill my mother or did you just make sure she had nowhere safe to run?" Vael did not answer right away. His eyes changed first. Something flickered there. Not guilt. Recognition. His mouth opened. Closed again. The silence stretched. I watched Sera's hands. They stayed loose at her sides. She waited.

The look of someone who had decided how this was going to go. The pale haired woman stopped ten feet from the bottom of the steps. "Victor Blackwood," she said warmly. As though this were a social call. As though she had been looking forward to it. "Thank you for the invitation. My name is Sera Veyran." A small smile. "I believe you already know why we're here." "I know why you think you're here," Victor said. His voice was even and carrying the full weight of an Alpha on his own land. "Whether you're correct about that remains to be seen."

“You’re mine. I’m yours. We’re not their prophecy—we’re our own.” The world shuddered. The chains binding Fenris rattled violently, cracks splitting across them. The First Howl snarled, its form flickering. Serena stood tall, her Onyx wolf rising beside her. Together they faced the titans. “I am not your heir,” she said. Her voice thundered across the realm. “And I am not your cage-breaker. I am Serena Vale. And I choose me.” Her wolf howled, violet and silver power twining together, forming a crown of flame and shadow above her head. The wasteland cracked open, swallowing everything in blinding light.

A shadow loomed above her and greeted with the giant's nasty ass face. "My hands itched to kill you but I'm ordered not-" He didn't completed his words as Kebin threw him away, out into the clearing. Kebin nodded to her and back to the battle. "Viktor!" Serra called and Viktor found her. Viktor was a huge serpent, sleeky poking a four armed Badblood. His long body was full of cuts and bruises. Serra's chest was still in pain and speaking is agony. She pointed on Sisi and gladly, Viktor immediately understand.

Celestia asked worriedly. Celestia was the only one with Seris as Sequoia was currently out on a mission in Adrans( The region of the Sirens) “I am fine.” Seris answered curtly as she came out the bath. The maids tended to her carefully. “I'll wear the black dress.” Seris said, as they immediately rushed to wear her. The gown was a black velvet gown with long sleeves. The gown was long and flowing with a long slit by the side.

Though the night air bit cold on her skin, her words burned the hush into memory. She swept her gaze across the circle: refugees with hollow eyes, witches draped in cloaks of midnight, hybrids whose fur bristled in the torchlight, soldiers bearing the scars of a hundred battles. Each face was a question, each soul a potential executioner or ally. “Vessa lied,” Seren continued. “She denied her bloodline. She concealed her mother’s designs. She stood beside me, while she sent our secrets to the Dust Queen.” A gust of wind flared the torches, and gasps rippled like sparks across the faces in the dark.

It simply changed the people who occupied its halls. I had barely stepped onto the stone path leading toward the council wing when someone appeared from the opposite direction. Sera. She was dressed in a deep emerald gown that suited her far better than I cared to admit. Her dark curls were gathered neatly behind her head, leaving a few loose strands framing her face. She looked every bit the Luna the palace believed she had become. Mira walked a respectful distance behind her, carrying a few rolled parchments. Our eyes met. Neither of us looked away.

"Don't stop on my account. Please, continue beating each other to pulp." I couldn't move. She was alive and so different. Her curves filled out the cheerleading uniform in ways that made my mouth go dry. Her long dark hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, and her violet eyes seemed to glow with hatred as they locked with mine. "Sera," I whispered, the name feeling foreign on my tongue. "It's Seraphina to you," she snapped. "Only my friends call me Sera. And you're definitely not my friend." Axel stepped forward and stared at her like he could worship the fucking ground to her and rage steamed in my chest. "You're here."

Not Viktor this time. A woman. Forty maybe. Dark hair cut sharp. The kind of clothes that cost money without advertising it. She stopped when she saw Lia holding the pipe and raised both hands slowly. "I'm not here to hurt you," she said. "Then why are you in my building at ten at night." "Because I couldn't find another way to get to you without Caspian knowing first." She lowered her hands slightly. Careful. "My name is Sera. I work for Viktor Raines."

She was ruling there with Anisha and very famous for her Sassy-ness. She was His. HADES's Sassy PERSEPHONE. He belonged to her, only her. Who could ruin the world only for her and now for their kids as well. Suddenly, their romantic eye contest was broken by the series of cries of the babies. Shyla covered her ears and tried to handle her brothers. Shiv carried Rishik and Adrija took Rishaan in her arms. Shyla sat in between them, made Shiv and Adrija feel completed. ... ... Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️