Hellsing Valentine Brothers Novels & Stories

The leaves on the tree withered at a speed visible to the naked eye and fell to the ground, and the trunk shriveled up and died. The power of that single punch was terrifying! “Valentine...” Hex lamented again, then slowly closed his eyes. His expression was one of grief. Although he was not biological brothers with the Pale Scholar and Withered Valentine, they had known each other for more than twenty years. They supported each other and shared in each other’s glory. Now that one of the three brothers was gone, it made Hex heartbroken. Suddenly, he opened his eyes which were full of bloodlust. “Andrius Moonshade, I’ll kill you! I’ll cut you to pieces, skin you alive, and dump your body in a

The Brother's Bet 6. The Rules of The Game. The Brother's sat down for a while, Alex grabbed a bottle of whiskey, With a smirk on his face, He poured the wine for his brother. " Why do you seem excited???"Ethan scoffed, Ethan didn't like the idea but growing up his brother's actions has always influenced him. " I mean, She disrespected me so I should be excited at least, Not only but she's also in our home," Alex said but Ethan wasn't buying it.

Then, in a moment she felt an excruciating pain in her flesh. I got badly wounded! Cybele whispered in her mind as she gaze blood on her hand. She heard him shouting her name, but her senses were slowly fading away. " Tyr..." she faintly whispered. " No...no...!" Tyr's voice was shaking as when hen he gazed at her beloved dying. Valkash's bone sword is a weapon that could kill a deity, and it was so tragic that Cybele got struck by it. A little...I can still hold on a little... I can do this! Tyr whispered to himself.

On Valentine’s Day, Ethan Scott had a last-minute social engagement and left me home alone. Late at night, I received a message from him, telling me to meet him at a bar. Thinking he had finally remembered me, I rushed out the door, eager to see him. But when I came to the door of the private lounge, the scene before me froze me in place. Taylor Winston straddled Ethan’s lap, her silk camisole slipping from her shoulders, the straps barely clinging to her elbows.

"Twenty against nine. Still terrible odds." "Worse than terrible. These aren't random fighters. These are his best. Wolves who've been with the pack for decades." Valentina points to names. "Vincent's brother is coming. He's angry about what you did. Three more from the same family. They're going to be vicious." "So we avoid direct confrontation. Hit and run. Wound and retreat. Make them chase us into disadvantageous positions." Sibyl appears from the shadows. She's bleeding from her nose again. Another vision.

Dante Vale was the quieter storm, he rarely smiled nor showed any emotions while Rhys Vale, on the other hand, smiled too easily, which somehow made him worse; there was something deeply unsettling about a man who looked excited by the thought of bloodshed. No one challenged them nor could anyone correct them. Because the Vale Brothers did not merely win fights… they consciously ruined lives. Men twice their size folded under them. So did kings, my father included. “That makes them perfect, You need men that aren’t afraid of a little scuffle.” Serenyx whispered in delight. This was going to be a mistake? “No one else in this hall is ruthless enough to stand beside you. They are all so weak,

At that, the grip on his hand loosened. Valentine stared ahead silently for a moment. Then, just when Eugene had given up on getting an answer, he spoke: "He's my half-brother." "...Brother?" "My mother had already been divorced before she came from Russia to America. Sasha is the son she left behind then. He's my older brother." Eugene couldn't hide his astonishment. To think that the Red Mafia, a long-time business partner of the Belmonte family, had a blood brother relationship with the Luciano heir behind the scenes... Come to think of it, he vaguely remembered hearing that Valentine's mother had been divorced.

All of a sudden, he fell to his knees with a thud, blood spilling from his mouth in huge spurts while he clutched his belly and midsection. Valerian’s younger brother groaned for a second before falling face-first on the floor, whispering; ‘This isn’t over, brother……I’ll see you in hell,” And with that, his eyes closed shut… as did the sight of his chest heaving up and down with life in it. He was gone…

My Psycho Stepbrothers, Cassian, Caius, Dante and Elias The Four Princes of Velmora. Cassian stood at the front with his eyes burning like embers and his fangs were fully out plus the weight of his power was suffocating, a presence that made my knees buckle. His voice was like thunder as he growled, “I only ordered for her life to be hell not fucking touch her or try to to smell her goddamn blood!” “I never said anyone else could touch her.” Dante bellowed at them as well andthe vampires who attacked me froze in terror.

Dante Vale was the quieter storm, he rarely smiled nor showed any emotions while Rhys Vale, on the other hand, smiled too easily, which somehow made him worse; there was something deeply unsettling about a man who looked excited by the thought of bloodshed. No one challenged them nor could anyone correct them. Because the Vale Brothers did not merely win fights… they consciously ruined lives. Men twice their size folded under them. So did kings, my father included. “That makes them perfect, You need men that aren’t afraid of a little scuffle.” Serenyx whispered in delight. This was going to be a mistake? “No one else in this hall is ruthless enough to stand beside you. They are all so weak,