Seras Hellsing Novels & Stories

"Pranked? My priestess, you are uttering words that I have never heard before. And I could show you a hundred proof, my dear priestess." Serra looks down. She was sure to die and see herself as either heaven or hell but look at this. Beside her is a beautiful woman who says she's a servant and calls her a priestess but she has no recollection of ever meeting the woman. What the fuck is happening? It was giving her a headache.

Is this the soul eater or is this something that merely has her shape? Confused, I move to stand up and see what she does, but she refuses to release her grip on me and now I have no choice but to divulge my hand to her. Pulling out a gun filled with silver bullets from under the covers, I had found out in the last couple of weeks, that silver affects supernatural beings. When she looks down at the gun, something clicks in her head, and I see recognition on her face the moment she glares at me with those eyes.

Suyi thought that the beast she would be fighting was the same as the ones she had fought for the past few minutes. But it seemed that she was doomed to fail the very first mission she took. Although souls can no longer die except being dissolved to nothingness, against a beast, they could be captured and trapped as a source for their power. It is either you kill the beast, or the beast will suck your soul away. Right now she is fighting a beast called Cerberus, it is a giant 3 headed dog, they are strong creatures but they are not rare individuals, unlike unicorns or phoenixes and faes.

He answered and kept the questions to itself before following Saiya. "How does it feel using Azul's ability?" The lady asked him as they walk towards the woods of Markimstin, the largest forest of the Horalian Kingdom. "I feel heavy, My Lord. Maybe because I have blood and flesh right now." "Endure it for the meantime. Until we get to the place Samu arranged for us," Saiya whispered as they both got nearer the forest. Samu is one of her Shadow Soldiers that she extracted from the villagers of Chaaya. Before she ordered her knights to inspect the village they had just come from, she dispatched Samu to investigate Markimstin in advance.

“He’s a wild card. He’s dangerous.” “And so is Erethar,” Amaria replied. “Serros is the only one who’s fought him and survived.” “He’s unstable,” Vaelith snapped. “He’d burn down the heavens just to light a cigarette.” A slow, dry clap echoed through the hall. Every head turned. Serros stood in the archway, cloaked in shadows, tall and lean with silver-white hair that curled wildly around his shoulders. His eyes were a violent shade of violet, glowing faintly in the dim light. A smirk twisted his lips.

the headmistress, Mother Eldra, would say in that soft, clipped voice of hers, "You are not Sera anymore. You are nothing. You are a vessel for the Moon King’s will. Remember this." Sera had learned to nod, to bow, to speak when spoken to, to live as if she had no will of her own. It was the way it was supposed to be. The way it had always been. The Blood-Moon Girls were meant to serve, to die without question.

He looked at Calla's chin still lifted against the weight of the morning, and Luca's careful orbit around her that he probably didn't know was an orbit, and thought: I'm not sure I mean that badly. He wasn't sure what he meant at all. ~~~~ Seris came out of the conference room while they were still in the hall. She moved the way very old vampires moved — no wasted motion, presence arriving slightly before the body did. She had silver hair and colorless eyes and the expression of someone who had been making consequential decisions for so long that consequence had become background noise. She stopped in front of all four of them. Jax was leaning against the opposite wall with his arms crossed,

“Lead us, Aelys.” Aelys rises, her twin-star eyes radiant, her voice resolute. “Seris, your chaos ends here.” The reborn world pulses, the Veil’s hum strong, but Seris’s hybrid aura surges, her blade slashing, a new rift forming behind her. Elara’s essence fades, its voice a whisper. “Child, your heart prevails.”

SERAPHINA “Sera, do you need help?” Eros asked, glaring at River. It wasn’t really a question at this point, but if I ever said yes, I’m sure it would be chaos. Eros is the head of security at the Velvet Fang. He’s also a hybrid werewolf-bloodhound demon. He doesn’t acknowledge his demon heritage, and his werewolf blood is more dominant. We all consider him Aida’s honorary beta. He’s very serious with his job, and that’s mostly the reason why I remained unbothered about rude customers aside from the wards surrounding the building.

I silently materialized and pull Axar to me, so he cannot see what I know is about to happen. Sera continues this weird spastic battle, body jerking as her control goes back and fourth. Tears coat her face as she relents and dips her head to Barima's. Her long forked tongue slips out and laps the blood from Barima's temple. She involuntarily moans and a light rumble breaks her chest. Barima's terror fills the air around us as she realizes her mistake. Sera might be a half breed, but she is the Devil we don't know. She has underestimated her and pushed too far.