Seres Victoria Hellsing の小説・ストーリー

“You’re mine. I’m yours. We’re not their prophecy—we’re our own.” The world shuddered. The chains binding Fenris rattled violently, cracks splitting across them. The First Howl snarled, its form flickering. Serena stood tall, her Onyx wolf rising beside her. Together they faced the titans. “I am not your heir,” she said. Her voice thundered across the realm. “And I am not your cage-breaker. I am Serena Vale. And I choose me.” Her wolf howled, violet and silver power twining together, forming a crown of flame and shadow above her head. The wasteland cracked open, swallowing everything in blinding light.

The last breath left him like a whisper. Ava held him as the fire rose higher around them, the world reduced to smoke and silence. She pressed her forehead against his and whispered through her tears, “You can rest now. I’ll finish it.” The wind carried the scent of burning steel and rain. The ground trembled as another explosion echoed through the ruins. Ava lifted her head and saw Victoria, crawling toward a fallen gun. Something inside her shifted a heat that wasn’t just grief but something elemental. The serum burned through her veins, fusing with her heartbeat. She stood slowly, her hair whipping in the rising wind, her eyes glowing faint gold.

I pointed out because there was no way I was going to go hunting for a hellhound—I wasn't going to leave Dea here and I had to be around for Sinclair and the rest of my pack. "The young vampire holds a grudge," Tania mused and this time it was her turn to hang her head in shame. "Speak to his mate, Lilith. She will help you get what you need," I advised, knowing full well that Julian would do anything for her all she had to do was ask. "I don't know you very well, Victor," Tania murmured thoughtfully, "but I heard that you would have done anything for Sydney. The man I'm talking to now isn't the same man I heard about."

SEQUEL ****** CELINE HERRERA POV "Hi, my name is Victoria Hilton; it's so nice to finally meet you in person, Celine. Belshar has told me a lot about you" Smiling nervously at her, I glanced at Belshar, my brows arching. "This is Victoria. She's a caregiver and will be assisting you from now on" "She is?" I asked, holding his gaze, and he nodded, his expression neutral and unreadable. Was he doing it on purpose? We never discussed that I would be getting a caregiver.

She closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but her mind was plagued with terrifying images of Selena and her army of the dead. In her dream, Lady Victoria found herself in a dark and ominous forest. The trees were twisted and gnarled, and the air was thick with the stench of death. She could sense that Selena was nearby, and she was conjuring something terrible. Lady Victoria followed the sound of chanting and found Selena standing in the center of a clearing. She was surrounded by the corpses of werewolves and vampires, and they were slowly rising to their feet, their eyes glowing with an eerie blue light.

Why is that? “I’m done… I’m done with this… Please… kill me, Kai. I don’t want any part in this anymore. If I die, the Coven becomes weaker, and I am done being a pawn to them,” Ilya begs, looking so defeated, and it breaks my heart to see this playing out. I understand Kai’s thirst for vengeance… but not at my expense! “It’s true; he loved Viktor and had no part to play in his death,” Caterina suddenly says after she touches Ilya’s face. Then, after revealing Alyosha’s name, Kai shoves his fist through Ilya’s chest and pulls out his heart.

They knew they had to act swiftly to rescue Katherine and stop Sophia's nefarious plans from coming to fruition. Victoria, with her newfound witch powers and werewolf genes, concentrated, tapping into the depths of her abilities. She closed her eyes, seeking a connection to Katherine through the intricate web of supernatural energy. As she delved into the ethereal realm, visions began to materialize in her mind—a decrepit castle, its towering spires reaching into the night sky, shrouded in darkness and situated deep within the vampire-infested territory.

“My eyes are burning and I have a headache. I think I am going to fall sick anytime.” “It is normal for newly turned to feel that way, or better still, because of the blood that now runs in you,” Bathilda said. “Who is she again?” Harper asked Amber. “I am Bathilda from the Blackburn Coven, a Nightblood and the army commander of our Hedda, the Chosen One; Kyra Blackburn,” Bathilda introduced herself. “The Chosen One,” Harper repeated and she turned to Amber. “Did Mr. Evans not say something like that while rea—”

he said and let out an emotionless laugh. "You know what happened to the woman?" he said which made me shake his head. "The vampires ambush her when she was on her way home. Since the vampire is much stronger than the werewolf, she got killed without the Vampire Prince's knowledge. When he went to their meeting place, a group of werewolves appear and told him how his love died in the forest. He was fuming mad that he wanted to kill those vampires who lay their fingers on his mate but his parents decided to lock him up in the dungeon as a punishment." I wiped my tears upon hearing it. They are so heartless! How could they do that to their son when he only fights for their love? They should wi

Madison sneered. "Fatal?" "Yes" "Do you know who did this?" Scott asked. A sigh was heard from Madison's lips, and instead of answering him, she could only mutter a name, "Reine" "Who's Reine?" Scott asked, who was Reine? and how dared she messed with his girlfriend? "She is an enemy, I gained over the past few years"