Hellsing Ultimate Seras Victoria Novels & Stories

Sera’s POV “I’d love to officially introduce myself. My name is Sera Voss.” My voice didn’t waver. “Princess of the Voss pack. Official heir to the throne. And as of tonight—” I glanced at Dorian beside me, “—the fiancée of the Continental Alpha. I grinned at the look of horror on Eli and Mira’s face. I felt the shift in the room even before anyone said a word.

her voice broke into a panicked whisper. Umbra struggled valiantly to rise, but his legs failed him entirely. Black blood dripped from his heavy jaws as his breathing came in ragged, agonizing gasps. Vaelor approached leisurely, stepping closer as though he were simply admiring a masterpiece in a gallery. Nysera glared up at him, and for the first time in thousands of years, her face held no fear, no submission, and no compliance. There was only pure, unadulterated hatred. Vaelor noticed the shift immediately and smiled. "So the quiet little 'Nothing' can actually look angry," he mused.

" he asked, his brows knitting together. In response, Sera turned around, causing his hands to drop to his sides, and looked into his eyes. "How would you like my body to be served? In the bed, on the balcony, or against the wall?" she asked without a falter in her voice. Resentment deepened in her eyes as she continued, "But let me make one thing very clear. You can only have my body, not my heart or soul. I hate you and I'll keep hating you until my last breath." Sera spat, looking at him as if he were the filthiest speck of dirt she had ever seen. His features darkened.

Lady Velastra Noireveil did not rise to greet her. She didn’t need to. She simply reclined in her crescent-glass throne, one long nail tapping against the armrest as her crimson gaze pinned Sera in place. “Well,” Velastra said, her voice low and velvet, “look what the winds have blown in. A stray little witch who forgot to sign her name in blood.” Sera swallowed hard. “I… I didn’t know I had to register.”

"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."

The Demi god-like powers surged through the chamber violently enough to extinguish half the flames. Vakor’s expression changed for the first time. Concern… wariness. Serena moved in an instant. One second she stood across the room. The next her claws drove straight through Vakor’s chest. The ancient being froze. Silver light burst through the wound. Cracks spread across his skin like breaking stone. “No…” he whispered. Serena stepped closer. “You should have left me broken.” Then she tore upward. Power exploded through the sanctum. Vakor’s scream shook the fortress.

The door slid open. High Queen Serafina stepped out. She looked exactly like the "Void-Goddess" legends, but stripped of the darkness. Her skin was the color of starlight, her hair a flowing river of liquid platinum. She wore a gown of woven light that didn't just glow—it refracted the reality around her. "Zora Vane," Serafina said, her voice sounding like a thousand crystal bells. "The biological fluke. The 'Rejected Heiress' who accidentally stumbled into the Earth’s nervous system."

Waiting. “If she sees me,” he warned, “she’ll either vanish or detonate.” “She won’t see you,” Sera said, stepping into the dressing room. Tonight, she would not wear combat boots. No blood-smeared knuckles. Instead, she wore warpaint in the form of crimson lipstick and a gown that shimmered like liquid fire. Backless. High slit. Dangerous. Bruna zipped her in. “You look like vengeance.” Sera met her gaze in the mirror. “I am vengeance.”

Her armor, once blazing with lunar runes, hung in tattered pieces; vestiges of infernal fire had been scraped away, leaving her body bruised and raw. “Awake at last,” a voice purred, a velvet coo that dripped with malice. Nyra turned her head toward the cell’s entrance. There stood Councilor Seris, draped in crimson silk, eyes glinting like bloodstones. At her side strode two armored guards, axes slung at their backs. “Queen of Ash,” Seris said; “or should I say Queen of Nothing?” Nyra’s lips curled in a snarl, but her throat felt like sand. “Release me,” she rasped. “Or... ”

He blinked water from his eyes and finally got a good look at his attacker. A girl. Nineteen, maybe twenty. Dressed in silk robes embroidered with golden phoenixes, soaking wet, her perfect face twisted in rage. Behind her stood two servants in gray uniforms, frozen like they were watching a bomb tick down. Jayvyn's memories supplied her name: Sera. Half-sister. Father's legitimate Beta daughter. Has wanted you dead since birth. "You hit me?" Sera touched her ribs, disbelief morphing into fury. "You're dead. I'll tell General Kael you attacked me, and he'll—"