Hellsing Ultimate Seras Victoria Novels & Stories

The young woman, Sera introduces herself. "Sera...not your actual name, is it?" I ask knowingly. "Well, you can consider it a codename. But my name is Seraphine." Sera replied with a casual shrug. "How come you get to be Sera?" I could not help the question. Sera laughs quietly at that, shrugging slightly. "It was either that or Top(II). I'm Seraphine Vega, the Beta Healer. You've met my not so better half, Beta Warrior, Top... Cedric." Sera calmly stated.

“Touch her… and you die.” Zayn’s eyes narrowed. “If it saves the realm, I’ll cut her down.” The tension snapped, both men’s power flaring, flames clashing, the abyss trembling under the collision. And in the center of it, Sera broke. Her scream wasn’t human anymore. Her back arched, her arms outstretched as if crucified by invisible chains. Her body hovered off the ground, the crown embedding itself deeper into her skull, blood running like molten fire down her temples.

Sera held a wooden bowl in one hand and knelt down, placing the bowl on the ground beside Heather though she was clearly talking to someone else. "Your life ended abruptly. Let the blood of this witch bring you back that you may live as you were meant to." As Sera spoke, smoke rose from the bowl and swirled above her before moving over to Heather's slack body. "We need to do something now, Cin," Gabe hissed. "I know," I said. But what? What could we do to stop this? It dawned on me why Sera had selected Heather as her victim. It was because while Heather considered herself a girl, she still had boy parts.

And beside Irina, Petra Vasek. Sera placed her in under three seconds. Thirty-one, with dark hair worn loose rather than her mother's pinned precision, a deliberate distinction. Weight slightly forward, the posture of someone trained to respond quickly and who has kept the training. The eyes were Irina's in the way that mattered: watching everything, giving back only what was useful. Those eyes found Sera the moment she walked in. Sera held the look for exactly one second, direct, not a challenge, then turned to Viktor with the ease of someone whose attention naturally went to her host.

she asks as she should be walking towards them. “Niffa no!” Rico shouted as she look back towards him, he was nodding his head sideways while his eyes were pleading her not to go. She was confused about what was happening, but she remembered that they were in a great light. They suddenly saw Seres crawling in front of them while his skin are burning slowly. “You! How dare you use the great light to defeat me!” Seres said as his flesh are melting. They were shocked as they watch his flesh melts and slowly turn into a skeleton. Then they felt a sudden burning sensation on their skin.

not to talk of one who had just been on deaths door. The doctor was shocked beyond words, Sera was definitely not a normal werewolf.... she was very sure of that.... but if Sera wasn’t a normal werewolf, then what was she? Dr Elara pulled out a small vial of blood from her pocket. The label on the vial was titled “Seras blood for health check.” Dr Elara took the vial of blood to her work table and sat down. “It’s time to find out what you really are Miss Sera.” She said before opening the bottle.

Madam Ares met up with Sera at the outdoor pavilion. Sera looked haggard and scrawny. The moment she saw Madam Ares, her eyes turned pink at once. She looked as though she had suffered a lot of grievances. She embraced Madam Ares and started bawling her eyes out. "Madam Ares." There was no denying that Sera was her daughter. Hence, when she heard Sera's heartbreaking cries, Madam Ares felt like a knife was being twisted in her heart. “What's wrong, Sera?"

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.

Her eyes were cold as her voice. “She arrives first, of course,” one villager muttered, clutching a charm in his pocket. Cassandra’s carriage, shaped like a coiled serpent with crystal windows, gleamed ominously as she stepped in, head held high. Next came Velarissa, Vampire Princess of Duskmoore.

“It’s not.” I shake my head. “You’re wrong,” I say. “I can stop it.” “And lose everything?” she asks. “I don’t care,” I say. She grips my wrist. Weak. But determined. “I do,” she says. Pain stabs my chest. “I will not lose you,” I say. “You won’t,” she answers. “Not like that.” Sera steps forward. “I’ll do it,” she blurts. We all turn to her. “I’ll take her place,” Sera says. “Let the chamber feed on me.”