Walter Hellsing Novels & Stories

Alessandro said, smirking at me “there is a catch, and that is one that not even I can have control over. Yes, I am the guardian, but I wasn’t the only heir, and the compass chose me. Same as the next protector, whether or not he kills us, and whether or not he’s the compass’s owner, the compass could choose to not accept him” “The choice is yours in what you’re going to do, Nicolas. But I have done my part in giving you the warning. You’ve been fair to me despite all the shit your father has pulled, and if anything, I believe that I was more a father to you than he ever was” Alessandro said, winking at me. I chuckled and nodded, it was true. The man has taught me most of what I knew, even w

she said while flipping through his cards. He has a curved, arch-like, shaped like a wing, with a star inside a circle Mark on his collar bone. A Mark only Damneds or human immortals have. Even though he was dead for a moment and Azrael only saw him once in person, she remembers him to have such a big and bright smile.

I gushed a little too excitedly. "German Shepherd and he named him Slash," I heard him chuckling to himself, "he thought it was badass name according to him but it's actually one of his hacker terms." So I learned something new. Their eighteen-year-old brother was probably a hacker or something along the lines of one. Ace seemed to be into something more dangerous and deadly and Gunnar seemed to be into the business side of things. He seemed like the type to initiate meetings. But it was all one business. The question remained, what was said business?

that could be their weapon, power to dominate. “That is what other werewolves believe,” he threw light on me when he said that, of course, like humans, we have different beliefs. But, for a werewolf to say this, for the creature who killed my mother to say this? “I don’t know what you’re getting at but I loathe your kind,” I calmly said. “Too fearless of you to say that.” He calmly stepped back. My eyes widened when he shifted into a werewolf, his eyes remained the same but he became huge and his fur is a mix of grey and silver which I haven’t seen before. Due to my instinct, even without weapons, I used my fighting stance in case he attacks.

I swallowed, letting the tension slip slightly from my shoulders. I couldn’t stop myself from watching him, either. The way he moved was effortless, controlled. He didn’t just lean on the counter—he owned the space, like it belonged to him. And in a room full of chaos, he was calm. Always calm. Always aware. Watching him made me wonder how much of him was armor and how much was the real person.