Walter Hellsing Novels & Stories

I smiled at him shyly, taking my hand away from his hand, answering him in a calm tone "You have a wizard, his name is Urza, I want to meet him." I don't like intros ... The leader did not speak after that, but looked at Zain suspiciously, then sighed and shook his head in agreement.. basically against his will Because he knows that this alpha is unstoppable. "Take them home." One of his guards ordered Zain to turn to his father, sister, and mother, "Stay here, you're basically tired... Come on, Ren." Stephen looked at them obnoxiously, Zain smiled at him scornfully, then dragged his companion and a group of guards behind him

Hesitating, he scans the room before stating, “I work with an organization called the Luminaries, we keep an eye on things that are older than humanity and that could eventually pose a threat to it. Your soul eater is just one of many and she has literally been around since the beginning of time as far as we can tell.” I cock my head and choose my words carefully because we are in public after all, “So, let me get this straight. You have known about her forever, but you haven’t stopped her or even tried. Also, how do you know that she has been around for so long? It’s not like they had written anything down back then and those people are no longer around to let you know?”

Adrenaline pulsed through my body as I similarly tried to mimic the style of their fighting, trying to take down as many enemies as I could, even as my whole body felt as if it were charred from so much burning, even as sharp claws got good swipes into my body, spraying my blood into the crowd, even as my whole being wanted to shut down from all the injuries I'd sustained. And then—I saw it. A dart landed in Tyce's body and he gave a loud whimper. It was safe to say that he probably hadn't ever built up a tolerance. His movement slowed as I got close to him. And as I saw another dart launched toward him, I jumped in front of it, knowing it would probably kill him, pinning him to the ground a

… *POV Walter My head hurt terribly. I slowly regained my memory. Memories like a movie flashed through my head. I remember. My name is Walter. I am Beta of Dark Pack. I am a mighty warrior. I have fought many battles with the revered Alpha Dominic. I stomp the enemy at my feet. That's what I remember before Dark was destroyed.

He said firmly. His words made me blink in confusion. I was completely taken in by his full lips and the way his eyes rested on me. "Shit, shit" I cried out shaking my thoughts "What the hell is wrong with you, do you think this has been fun?" Walter let his warm breath on my face and stepped back "If you keep looking at me like that, you might find a way to kill me" he muttered, while before starting the car. But what the hell was wrong with Walter? His title of ruthless and immoral Alpha suited him perfectly.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

He left the waterfall area and penetrated into the dense forest, which the twilight began to adorn with its calm, serene colours, disturbed by the croaking of frogs and the howling of owls scattered around. He slowed his steps, slipping his palm towards the sheath of his sword, taking an attacking posture, when his ears picked up the vibrations of malicious footsteps coming from his right, brimming with his senses with a strange smell of unknown nature. Its prey struggles to keep its soul in its bed, feeding the spectres of its hell that refuse to free it. He was sixteen years old when he was first killed. When he stood on Matthew's chest, his best friend, and blood spurted from all over the

No matter how far away I ran, no werewolf would ever forget the boy who killed his own father… For a split second I pondered lying, but--- then again, I was dead either way… “Dargan,” I replied, watching his expression. “Dargan Hellson.” And there it was! He recognized the name. His eyes widened and he was looking at me in a whole new light. “You’re---” he gasped, suddenly taking a step back. As if he might be in danger just being near me! “You’re that kid that murdered his own father!”

Aiko threw the shirt which landed on Kalli’s side. Annoyed, Kalli took the shirt. “Sorry, can you get the white instead?” “Okay.” Aiko opened the bag with her other hand and alternately clicked on phone and checked the bag. Aiko was ambushed and was killed on the spot. “Arrrrrggggghhh.” “Aiko, can you fill the glass for me?” Aiko stared at the pitcher on his side table. Kalli can still move even with the IV attached to him. How come he keeps on bugging her?

Is he a part of the Mafia or what? How can someone has brutal as this still exist. Jail he should to to jail. Fuck am calling the police. God......look at that body.... The chest which stood like an holy ground where I won't mind offering a prayer, then the v-line on his hips, just like a call of duty. A duty that would make you want to rip off his towel and show what's hidden behind to the world. Right in front of me is Xavier, well not just Xavier, a naked Xavier.