Walter Hellsing Novels & Stories

With how high his cultivation was, Walter was one of the top ten cultivators across the globe… “Where is he, Third elder? You said the boy possessed the Herculean Primordial Spirit, correct? Bring me to him,” replied Walter in an urgent tone.

“Kill you.” I can only sculpt. My hand squeezes the sheets under me. My lips and voice both trembled. “Then why am I still here?” Hugo pulled his body back, making me take a deep breath of relief. “That was before I knew who you were, Barbara,” he said slowly. “However, some time ago, I decided that having additional strength from a possessor of holy blood must have been interesting.” I want to know how to use my identity as a wolvire to beat up this man in front of me. Sadly, I still do not know.

The werewolf then spat on the floor, facing Helsinger angrily. "Bastard. You cannot even give me an honorable death." he cursed "Are you honorable?" Helsinger asked him "At least I'm not the one forcing the weakest in my clan to kill a werewolf. Does he even know what a werewolf is?" he asked. "He doesn't need to know." Helsinger said "Oh but he does. I would rip him to tiny bits if it had not been for these bothersome chains. Dare you to remove them Helsinger." he said bringing the chains into view and started laughing

They never expected that Dylan had already brought Walter to Fane yet failed to win against him. “If Walter can’t even beat that guy, none of the masters from our family can defeat him,” came the comment of one of the Wagners’ elders. “That’s right. Walter is a seven-star King of War and has extremely strong combat capabilities. If such a strong fighter can’t take him down, we’d fail no matter how many bodyguards we send over!” exclaimed another middle-aged man.

Just when I thought I was winning, Xavier pushed me back harder till I landed on the ground heating my head. Nyx winced in pain blood sizzling down. *You think you are strong huh?” His voice was loud in my head. I growled as his claws scratched my fur. Nyx snared in pain trying to fight back but his grip was tight. “You are no Enigma… Once an Omega always an Omega, don’t you ever forget that.” His canines sunk into my throat, Nyx howling in pain as everything started fading. "Sage..." I whispered as though I could feel him but couldn’t tell.

Was this some sort of weird love story? What kind of modifications did the Dark Inner Demon do to Walter’s memories? Willow felt weirded out. As the Holy Lord of Dark Divine Holy Land, Helena had never faced such a situation before. She knew that Walter was a three-attribute supreme monster who had produced eight Divine Veins. He was also a super cultivation genius who triggered phenomena of five Orders of the Path. Yet, he was acting like a lovesick idiot who was displaying his muscles. It was kind of difficult for her to accept it.

And when she rushes to the washroom to do it. Her hands shake. As she sees the sink. It was dark. Dark as night. Indicating the arrival of one of the greatest souls ever known to exist. And she couldn't help wonder. If the witches words were true. If she was truly bringing to life the strongest yet the most deadliest wolf souls known in history. The soul of the destructor, the magician, the conquerer of all. The goddess of good and evil. Heratte. As some call it. The true goddess of destruction and not to forget. Death. .......The End....

“YOU CAN NOT DO THAT TO ME NEO! I AM STILL YOUR SISTER, SHOW SOME MERCY!” An officer shouted at her to quieten down! Neo laughed sarcastically and then asked, “The same mercy you showed me? You see, people may think that you have some good in you, and there’s a possibility that you could change. Even these lovely ladies came with in the hope of sorting things out with you but you see, I haven’t told them yet about the monstrous things you have done since your youth and the truth behind why we never had a relationship, siblings normally would. You are a murderous, psychopath who does not deserve any bit of mercy! I have set up an appointment with the Chief of Police tomorrow morning to give

My mother screamed—the correct reaction. “What the fuck?” Sara, my sister, gasped as she walked into the room and squatted next to our father. A large puddle of blood had formed by his face, seeping out from his mouth and nostrils. She pulled a dart out of his arm and smelled it. “Wolfsbane,” she said. “How ironic,” I responded. “What?” She looked at me, confusion on her face. “Well, it was his idea to use wolfsbane darts in battle. It’s pretty ironic that that’s how he dies in the end, eh?”

“Will you really be able to kill Guardian Asher.” “I have no intention of killing him. I am moving him. He wants Sacha, I will give him Sacha.” Legarde would let her think that. It would make things easier. “Consider this Marina. Will Lord Cedral still need a Mage with no Guardian. What is the future of Mages in this new order of theirs?” “If there was no more use for us why would Lord Wright need more?” “You better have a better replacement than Sacha. Or I hope Lord Cedral has not spent all the money Lord Wright has paid him.” Legarde Laughed. “None of this makes sense. If he wants Mages why not go directly to the City of Ages.”