Walter Hellsing Novels & Stories

His eyes—those terrible, pale eyes—glowed faintly in the dim light. King Valerian was the embodiment of a warrior king—tall, broad-shouldered, and carved from muscle and discipline. His physique was built not by luxury but by centuries of battle, every line of his body honed like a weapon. Unlike most alphas, his skin bore a faint, icy pallor, a reflection of the frozen lands he ruled, and his long, silver-streaked black hair flowed like the northern winds he commanded. But it was his eyes that set him apart—piercing pale grey, almost white, glowing faintly with the eerie calm of a predator who didn’t need to snarl to be feared. Even in silence, Valerian commanded a room, a man of both chill

He said and then he laughed like he is happy that he killed his mother. “Did she own the lamp?” I asked “Not anymore” He answered “So what is your name?” “Samael” He answered and his eyes turned all white and I heard the angels scream outside. As if he is connected to them. Maria looked at me and asked, “What is going on?” I didn’t answer because I don't know what is going on. It seems that he is controlling all the others outside. “Hush,” He said and they immediately tame. “Don’t you see? I can control human emotions. I have an army of angels. I am higher and more powerful than him now, and now you still choose to reconcile with him rather than to your own brother?”

Power bursts forth from each seal until it sails off and searches for its masters. As soon as the power clears, my sisters appear before me. Each one is wearing angelic armor that is similar to mine. The armor covers them from head to toe. Their helmets have angelic wings molded on the sides and half-masks shaped like a dove's face. The only thing you can see is their glowing eyes and the bottom half of their faces. However, I don’t need to see their faces to know what their human exteriors look like. I know that War has hone-colored eyes, Death has scarlet-colored hair, and Pestilence’s eyes are two different colors.

I mumbled to immobile blonde whose presence I could feel in the room or maybe it was the devil because I heard this evil whisper say to me, " He never wanted Samuel anyway. If Nikolas had his way, Samuel wouldn't exist so why are you worried?" It was dark but it was the truth. Nikolas had wanted Samuel dead since the beginning.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

He said it’s important we meet with them, and then within seconds, he was gone,’ she said. I try to take the envelope, but my father steps back and opens it. ‘Alpha Maximus, we understand humans and werewolves have been killed frequently over the past year. I know you have had men trying to track us down so you can kill us as punishment for these deaths. For one, you will never be able to find our lair unless we bring you there ourselves. Two, it’s important you know that we vampires are not responsible for these deaths. Demonic wolves called ‘Blood Dwellers’ that are part vampire, part demon and part wolf are controlled by a Demon Lord called Atticus. It is he who is behind these deaths. We

Emperor Magnate smiled and said. "Okay, my name is Tadhg Walter. I am the Alliance leader of the Killing Religion sentient beings from the outside world. The soul-breaking sword master is my friend." Tadhg Walter said with a smile, Magnate Emperor's face changed at this moment. "Well, I said, knowing my name is trouble, right?" Looking at Magnate Emperor's face, Tadhg Walter said with a smile. "That... That, brother Walter, I still have a few things to do, so I'll say goodbye first."

She added, "You have been here for almost a year now, and the changes are palpable. I have been under his care long before any of you... and it has been hell. Bloodlust consumed him every night, with blood spilling everywhere. He would show no mercy, killing any of us if our doors were not locked at night and if he thirsted for blood." "I agree. Since Lady Sol arrived, he has been remarkably calm. Honestly, I didn't think she would survive a single night," Gerber remarked with a laugh, attempting to soften the impact of her words. She continued, "No offense intended, my dear, I am simply stating the truth. Considering your initial weakness, I genuinely believed you would die within a day, pe

I groaned as I forced myself off my bed wishing for a moment of rest. " It seems General Matilda Cashew was ordered to take control of the new post that's deeper into Leighdal. Our batch is being taken over by Arena Fighter. " Walter informs me as he pats my back, draping his arm over my shoulders and dragging me along toward the gathering area. " Arena Fighter?!* Sigh* Why do those brutes always get the promotion. ..... how did this bozo get the job?" " Not sure.... but he goes by Shinigami, the Grim Reaper of Ralux. They said that no one can kill faster than him."

"Impossible. This can't be happening…" Walter looked aghast. He reflexively pulled back his right hand, crossing it with his left hand in front of his chest. This was his strongest defensive pose. On top of that, he was well-trained in the Ferocious Iron Shirt. Even a steel bar coming down on him would at most only leave a little mark. Alas, he was still too weak. Alexander casually vanished and appeared right in front of Walter. He raised his right hand and gently tapped Walter.