Hellsing Valentine Brothers Novels & Stories

Otherwise, where Zade was warmth, this man was nothing but frozen winter. “This is Nyx. Nyx, this is my brother—” “Valen,” he cut him off, looking at me like my presence was a parasite irritating his skin, before he turned back to his brother. Valen. Even his name sounded like a sharp blade dragging over stone. He didn't acknowledge me further and I was grateful for it as I watched him slip into the belly of the weird metal monster, making it roar once more before speeding off into a cloud of dust. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding, my knees actually trembling.

"Do you resent what happened to you?" Erling looked surprised. "Nah, . I was dying. Malcolm gave me a reason to exist. Henri was there, too. He changed over Tommy. By 1215, Malcolm had acquired a large army of vampires. Henri was his general. I was a captain." Erling smiled proudly. "We were called the brotherhood, bringing peace to the vampire world." "And then you marched on Vladimir?" "Yeah, it was a bloody war and raged on for three nights. Those who were wounded and too weak to move would fry when the sun rose. On the third night, shortly before sunrise, Vladimir fell. His followers fled."

The flames reflected in his gaze, making him seem more demon than man. “Valentine,” he said softly, lips curling. “You burned my brother. You burned my house. Now I’ll burn your world.”

Now, Valentine was in pain, but even in agony as blood noticeably seeped out of the drilling point of Hercules’ teeth, he wouldn’t back down. Suddenly, Valentine led with his right hand, held into a somewhat grappling hook as he reached for Hercules’ throat and got a hold of it. He slowly raised Hercules from the floor but not as willingly as one might expect from the level of exhaustion the Alpha he had incured. Hercules saw to the opening that presented itself in Valentine’s thinking he had become all out of steam to continue. “Gree!” He growled as he scratched even more from the wound he had rendered Valentine.

he asked pointing at the picture in my hand, "as your personal servant taking the place of Zenith? The resemblance between the two is remarkable. They can pass as twins except for their hair. Zenith's hair is straight as a sword and jet-black while River's is curly and red, reminding me of the fire I had witnessed when I was once a young man. When she died, you promised not to take any personal slave, Your Majesty." My hands trembled as I tried to control my emotions. This was partly the reason why I did not want to talk to Valentine. He never failed to say whatever came to his mind. Which was annoying sometimes. We may be sworn brothers but prying on my life when I did not ask him to was we

He excused himself and went up the stairs with the painting in his hand. "Love the smell of your perfume, mind telling me the name?" Collin asked, stepping closer to her. "Back up, dude," Iver said, placing a palm on Collin's chest to put some distance between him and April. "Chill Iver. Orion's siblings are my siblings too, why are you acting like a bodyguard?" Collin chuckled. "We are not siblings and will never be. I'm really trying hard not to pummel my fists into your face but you keep making it so damn hard. Stay away from my sister and me," Iver said threateningly.

A thin line of crimson wells up, glistening in the moonlight. He lifts his arm toward Valentine, his voice dropping to something eerily solemn like a ritual. “Go on, Daddy Valentine. Drink up.” I stare. “Stop calling him that!” Achilles winks at me. “See you later, princess.” Valentine sighs but doesn’t let go of me right away. His fingers linger at my wrist, squeezing lightly before he finally steps back. He grips Achilles’ wrist with little hesitation, though I don’t miss the flicker of reluctance in his expression.

"I shouldn't have believed Lina… I shouldn't have…" His voice grew lower and lower, dissolving into a choked sob. Before he could gather himself, a group of men stormed in. By the time Renato reacted, they had already bound him. They were from a rival family—one that had long sought to wipe out the Valentino Family. Through the video feed, I watched as they gagged him and forced him into a car. "It's over." My father stood beside me and handed me a handkerchief. "Next, it's time to clean up what's left of the Valentino family."

The truth of the matter is that we had reason to believe someone in my club was working with Blaze, and I needed to find out who and why they were willing to betray me. Up until Blaze took over, the Valkyrie had a great working relationship with the Henchmen. We looked out for each other, helped each other shift certain stocks, sold each other’s products, that sort of thing. After Blaze came in… well. It became pretty clear very quickly that there was a new boss in town, and that wasn’t a good thing. He’s a sexist, misogynistic piece of shit who I really look forward to shooting once this is all done with.

It wasn’t your typical aura, mine wasn’t the aura of a rank, it was the most powerful aura on the earth. It was a mixture of the three most powerful auras ever to exist, this meant I could easily overpower this alpha, I had the aura of the Moon Goddess, Valeriann the original Queen of the vampires and Serafina the first witch. My power was unbridled but I didn’t have full control yet, he didn’t know that though. Maybe I had a chance. Just keep running, don’t stop. (TO BE CONTINUED...)