Hellsing Symbols Novels & Stories

The world itself had taken on a shimmering impressionistic quality, the horizon watery with dim light of the twin moons, and the black stars dripped and bled like disturbed ink. I followed the red congregation to the gates of Carcosa. There we paused, and their singing ceased. Together they turned toward me, an army of red and white and gold. The nearest creature approached and stopped before me. It reached out and beckoned to me, gesturing to my chest. I glanced down and discovered I wore an amulet of some crude design, a black onyx jewel carved with a golden sigil. Confused, I clasped the jewel in my hand and held it out before me as far as it would stretch. The robed creature nodded its h

It turned back to its form as it dives and back to the dark pit where it came from, leaving the echoing laugh of the devil as it slowly vanishes in the deep distance below. Silence turns back as the pentagram burned to leave the mark to once where it was. The lights turn back on and the candles faded with it. She looked back and straight to where the knife lays, with its blade somewhat perfectly washed from its coated blood from those seconds ago, words of a Latin mark were visible and to its handle. Seven pentagon signs are visible, as each one represents the Princes of hell. “A little more to go.”

My wolf snarled softly in my head, hackles raised. I scraped away at the damp soil with my gloved fingers, heart thudding harder the deeper I went. Until my nails scraped against stone. Symbols. Faintly etched into a flat slab hidden beneath the roses. Dried blood crusted the lines, black-brown and flaking under my touch. My pulse roared in my ears as I traced the markings. Half-moon scythes. Twisted spiral serpents. The crown of thorns with the split sigil in its centre.

These symbols, often resembling ancient runes or enigmatic patterns, appear as if they were intentionally placed to guide their way. Elysia, Valen, Elara, Kael, and their companions gather around one such symbol, their curiosity piqued. The symbol seems to shimmer with a faint, otherworldly glow, resonating with a power that is both alluring and mysterious. Valen, with his vast knowledge of the realm's history, recognizes the symbol as an emblem of forgotten times—an indication that the past is reaching out to intertwine with their present. "This is no mere coincidence," Valen remarks, his voice filled with a mix of wonder and anticipation. "These symbols hold a deeper meaning, a message fro

My eyes roamed the silver like ore, over the odd language, and a breath caught in my throat as I saw the symbol. The cross with one missing arm. "Holy shit," The words tumbled before I could stop them; the vampire attack, Kyrell's notes - all of it connecting. "What does this symbol mean exactly?" "Honestly, I don't know... The closest thing I found to resemble that type of cross, or symbol, is an ancient symbol in the Norse language. Laguz meaning a body of water or lake," Of course, once we get a step forward we are then thrusted four steps back...

And if she’s right, then this goes deeper than any of us thought. I shift slightly on the bench, watching Hazel with quiet focus as the breeze stirs the edges of her coat. She hasn’t run yet. That’s something. “There’s something else,” I say, voice even but laced with the urgency I can’t hide anymore. “After each attack, every single one, we’ve found symbols. Burned into the ground. Etched into trees. Drawn in ash and blood. We’ve documented them all, but none of us know what they mean. Not even the elders. That’s why we’ve wanted a witch’s input from the start.”

Who will I blame other than me for making a flower like girl into a heartless one ? I shut both my ears after getting irritated when I began to hear all unnecessary sounds. Already I took an ampule till now but I think dosage wasn't enough and my hand was itching for another one. I grabbed another ampule and a syringe on floor. Left hand is almost filled with black dots.

His voice was detached, but I felt the weight of it. On his right hand, a serpent coiled around his wrist, with flames dancing across his fingers and a miniature skull on his index finger. On his left hand, a majestic eagle dominated his wrist, with a cryptic symbol on his thumb and the ominous phrase "Mors Certa, Hora Incerta" on his ring finger. Around his neck and slightly above his chest, a delicate pattern of barbed wire ran along his neck. A pair of ravens perched on his shoulders, their eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intelligence.

“What did you find out?” It takes me a moment to remember why I came to see him in the first place. My eyes widen. “The Tome of Death in class. The symbol on it—” I point to the symbol on my neck. “It’s the same one I have.” He staggers back. “Wait, what? Are you sure?” “I’m pretty sure it’s this one. But considering it’s a dark tome, I’m not sure what to think. It can’t be a good thing, can it?”