Hellsing Symbols Novels & Stories

Even the wind stilled. From the marble floor, four pillars rose, slowly, majestically, each one crowned with a blazing sigil that pulsed with ancient power. The first burned crimson: Blood, the mark of the Vitalis, the strain of life and immortality. The second glowed gold: Beast, the Primalis, strength and instinct incarnate. The third flared with molten amber: Flame, the Elementra, fire and storm in perfect balance. The last shimmered obsidian: Shadow, the Nocturna, the power of night, of illusion and secrecy.

But as its body hits the ground, Sera sees something that makes her blood freeze. A symbol carved into the creature's shoulder. Three lines intersecting in a pattern she recognizes. She shifts back to human, not caring about her nakedness. "Dante. Dante, look." He shifts, his eyes following her pointing finger. When he sees the symbol, his entire body goes rigid. "No," he breathes. "That's not possible." "What is it?" one of the pack wolves asks. Dante doesn't answer. He's staring at Sera, and in his eyes she sees the same horror she feels crawling through her gut.

The hall’s howls echoed across valleys, bouncing off cliffs like thunder. I watched Serena’s face lit with resolve, acceptance, power. For a moment I saw the storm inside her. A storm she had harnessed. I felt it too. A blade in my hand is no longer a tool, but a symbol. The bond in our blood is no longer a chain, but a promise. Then came the banner raising. Azelia held the twin‑crescent symbol between two poles. The new assembly’s banner. Runed circles embroidered with silver and violet threads. Serena stood beneath it, the blade at her side. The wolves howled. Flags rose. The storm declared itself.

JUN'S POV My breath stopped. It felt like the air had been punched out of my lungs. The pendant had a symbol which depicted a snake being strangled by thorns of black roses, just like the one I had seen on Zayne. This wasn't something that looked like a random stuff you could get from a pawn store. From my past experiences, I knew that sigils had meanings and I had even heard of witches using it to identify themselves when undercover. But the problem was I didn't know what exactly their sigils looked like.

The door closed. Angry? Did I do anything wrong? Suddenly, I felt something in my right hand. I looked down. There was a dagger in my hand. Symbols began carving on the silver blade. And somehow, somewhere, I knew what they meant. “Marfóir Deamhan,” I whispered. The meaning came to me like a memory that was never mine. My voice cracked, as I translated the words. “Demon Slayer.”

I asked but she just took her hand and pulled out my wrist There was a symbol of axe on my wrist I was so shocked "What..... ho....w..... did..... tha.... t... ge.... t.... there??? "I asked stuttering but she just smiled "This is the symbol of the huntress.... !"She said smiling happily "No.... this can't be.... am dreaming, I have to be dreaming! "I said freaking out examining my wrist "Calm down Carmella and let me tell you a story! "She said pulling me down to seat "Ages ago.... when demons, fairies, giants, werewolves, vampires,mermaid and every other creatures lived together in peace

The mask hit the floor with a soft, almost insignificant sound. But to Luna, it echoed. It was loud, violent, and wrong. For a fraction of a second, she froze. It wasn’t visible and no one else would notice. But inside, everything stopped. Because she knew that symbol. Not vaguely, not distantly, but intimately. A black ink, curved like a broken spiral, cut through with three diagonal slashes, burned into the skin just below the ear. That's the mark of Black Helix.

The man plaguing my dreams. I pushed open the door, letting myself in. The room smelled like sulfur, my eyes traced around observing all the several runic symbols and sigils drawn on the walls. These symbols were drawn in blood. At the center of the room was a glass sphere, surrounded by salt and a dark triangle symbol etched on the ceiling above. I recognized that symbol-- it was used for trapping dark entities that weren't born from this world-- demons. It was a demon's trap! My eyes fell on a pale white naked figure crouching down at the center of the glass sphere.

Rima said while touching the ground with her hand and a layer of ice was instantly formed, unlike the seawater, the land didn’t nullify her magic, however, she didn’t miss the amount of magic she had to put to freeze that small area! “What are these symbols you mentioned?!” The shadows’ lord looked at the human king questionably, nevertheless, he started to draw the symbols only his demonic eyes could see. “There, but I don’t know what these symbols mean!” Eren said with curled lips, looking at the weird shapes he just drew in confusion. “But I do!” Henry said after a few seconds of thinking, a ghost of a victorious smile gracing his face as he took another piece of parchment and begin writi