Seras Hellsing Novels & Stories

I blinked a few times and before I even knew it, I was back in the theatre room. "What you just experienced is the level four of this game. And only three of you stayed alive 'til the end. Congratulations, you have conquered level four of the Suicide Cup. A friendly reminder everyone, each one of us has that one person that could distract us from reality. And I hope you'll find that person before you decided to end your misery." the speaker went off after that and a silhouette appeared on the screen, it's probably the Domina. "Hello, my dear pupils..." it said using a voice changer. I wonder why she's hiding her identity.

I pretend to zip my lips closed and toss the key over my right shoulder. “Miss Sky!” the little version of Calvin cheers, running to me. “Daddy?” Up-High Ty looks puzzled at the two of us. “Why didn’t you tell me the princess is Miss Sky?” He places his hands on his hips, chastising his father. “Her name is Schuyler. I didn’t know. I promise,” Calvin vows. “Princess?” I ask Dallas. “It’s a long story. I’ll share later,” she promises, grinning.

Adele gave her a surprised look, and Sera continued, " The reason I called you here is that I need to tell you something important." Sera looked a bit reluctant, and Adele held her hand to assure her and said, "Sera, you know you can tell me anything." Sera feels confident and says, " I...I...I am a witch." Adele looks confused, and Sera adds, " I mean, I am literally a witch, the spell casting one." Adele was dumbstruck. This was totally unexpected. No wonder Sera wasn't shocked after knowing about Adele being a werewolf. " Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

“Feel what?” “The pull. It’s trying to center on you.” His answer was silence. That was answer enough. Elara’s eyes sharpened. “Of course it is.” Celeste glanced back at him only once, but that was enough to make it clear she understood the threat instantly. “This is not accidental,” she said. “No,” Seraphina replied. “It’s targeted.” *** The creature surged. Remy intercepted the first wave of force before it could hit the students still trapped too close to the breach. Celeste moved with him, the two of them working like a practiced edge and shield. The air around the service corridor turned hard with pressure and color.

Relief washed through me as I shook my head. "No. What we believe about demons are wrong. They are called Daemons and they do not have the power to take souls," I explained. "They need a spell from a Sorceress to do that. But a Sorceress needs the amplifying power of a Daemon to take souls on such a mass scale. So, they used this symbiotic relationship to bring on this huge curse. Disguised as a sickness, it caused people to turn into a zombie like creature. Once that was done, they twisted the hunger into a soul feeding machine. Now they won't stop until all the souls are gone." I turned to Cynthia feeling the pain that she must be feeling knowing what had happened to her children.

Chapter 11 Diana (Diana’s POV) I stared at Seraphine lying in the pool of that boy’s blood. White hair strewn around her, tears and plasma marring her gentle features; she looked like a wounded Goddess and I hated her all the more for it. What made me hate her beyond redemption though, was the way Valefar looked at her. I had never seen such an expression on his face. The realm had shaken when Seraphine raised her voice and sparks of light crackled around her. Valefar was scared of Sera, but there was something else in those intense, amethyst eyes of his.

(Major Serena) Everyone in the scene just keep their mouths shut and just decided not to looked at Major Selena way and what she was about to do nor what she is currently doing. Because Major Serena, is a very unique individual, Major Serena was the Resource Department, Vice Director, Number 3 person of The Resource Department directly under the Minster Andrea. Also she was also from the First Generations of Maiden Unit, Code Number M20, She was, just like all the Maiden extremely beautiful, with her curvy sexy body, purple long hair and wearing her always overly tight uniform, looking at her at first glance, she might looks like a very elegant, docile and gentle woman, with her delicate blo

Maybe Olivia was right—I needed to loosen up. But the idea of hooking up with a random guy just didn’t appeal to me. I shook my head, trying to push those thoughts aside. First, I needed to finish these assignments. Then, I’d deal with whatever chaos awaited me at the club.. ( Wait, let me introduce myself to you. My name is Seraphina Ashford, but everyone calls me Sera. I’m twenty-two years old and live in London. I completed my master’s degree from a well-reputed university, and now I work as a history teacher at a high school. I love history. I love learning about the past, about great civilizations, wars, and powerful leaders who shaped the world. But more than that, I love teaching. Tha

Clara's Pov Seris emerged from the darkness like a secret given shape. Her silver eyes glowed with a knowledge that felt too old for any one soul to bear. She moved with the quiet confidence of someone who had seen empires rise and fall, and her presence both soothed and unnerved me. She stood at the edge of the circle of warriors and survivors Ryker and I had begun to gather. The people were wary—trusting me, yes, but untested by the new threats we now faced. They shifted uncomfortably under her gaze, as if her very existence challenged their understanding of the world we’d fought so hard to save. “We need to prepare,” I said, my voice carrying across the clearing. The ward I had woven stil

“How much do you know about the relic, Serena?” “I know that it’s about a thousand years old. It’s a statue of the goddess Sirona, an ancient Celtic goddess of healing. And that’s all I know. Oh, and I look like her. Whoopie for me! Wait a minute. I look like her. She’s the Goddess of Healing, but she’s a statue, and I’m real. Son of a bitch!” Serena shot up from her seat, her hands flying to her gaping mouth. “Raphael, don’t you see? It finally makes sense! He thinks I’m her!” She paced the floor and stopped cold, looking Raphael square in the eyes.