Clipped Wings By Helena Hunting Novels & Stories

Amy smirked as she sat confidently on the seat near the raised altar In rage, Helena rushed towards her and shifted. She scratched every part of her body and beat her to pulp till she was forcefully torn off her when Amy was almost lifeless. She had dipped her claws deep into her shoulder and neck that Amy couldn’t stop bleeding. Amy was caught off-guard and she didn’t know that Helena was that strong.

I dropped lower and found myself over the ruins, my heart stopping cold in my chest as I caught sight of Amara falling over the cliffside. Erebos swiftly dove towards her, managing to catch her on our back mere yards from the river below. A few stone pieces struck our body and one of our wings, but we brushed it off, more concerned about the trembling woman on us. We had turned to look at her after hearing my name, smiling inside as we took her in.

She noticed Helena climbing a tree while hiding behind a bush. "Helena, don’t climb on that," she warned her in a hushed tone. "Get down. You will get hurt." Helena didn’t listen to her. She flashed a mischievous grin at her and climbed up a branch that wasn't strong enough to hold her weight. She fell soon. "Ah…" Her ear-piercing shriek echoed in the air. Everyone flocked to her. When they saw the flesh on her elbow ripped open and blood pouring from the wound, they were all terrified. Except for Triana, they all fled.

No. She uncrossed her arms, her gaze became even more focused on where the snowflake was having a great time with Helena. She raised her right hand and hid her thumb and index finger, with the other three out, she made a gesture to the right, causing Za to scold her name. Helena was throwing the Boomerang and the snowflake ran after it with her. In that run, Helena planned to get in Elijah's way to prevent him from catching it, she intended to jump on him as if he were a kangaroo, but she didn't succeed.

The message was clear, they were not going to get to us except they defeated Helena, and that was impossible. She ripped through their flesh. Tore their limbs off. Helena morphed and stood on her hind legs like a human wolf to match their stance. She did damage to them. Necks snapped, and hearts were pulled out from chests. She was fast. When she moved all I could see was light. Some tried to flee, but they weren't fast enough. The fight ended in no time.

I quickly hold her hand, brushing it softly. “Prepare the whip!” Silver yelled angrily. The men brought out two different whips, and I can clearly see from here that the whips have spikes all over the body. The gate was opened again and a standing wood was pushed in with some buckets. They all wear gloves and they take the whip and dip it inside the bucket. The other two men remove her silver chain and carry her to the wood. They tied Helena to the standing wood, her feet not touching the floor. The only thing we can see was her back frame. One of the men took scissors and her hair was cut off.

Beneath the surface of Aiyana’s fury, something darker had stirred. Not born of her. Not from the bloodline. But drawn by it. “I think waking her stirred more than just the chamber,” Amara said slowly. “Something answered.” Damascus frowned, “From where?” Jax muttered, “The better question is… from what?” None of them answered. A sharp cry pierced the air above them. Amara tilted her head up. A hawk—pure white, wings tipped in silver—circled high overhead, then dipped once and vanished into the trees. A sign. Or a warning.

“If we won’t hunt them down, they will.” ---What if- *crackling fire* ---I guess they were nothing but monsters in the end. Before I could even notice, he was already near me, ready to pierce my neck, but I was able to dodge and jump back in pure instinct. Damn, he is fast. “How many souls did you manage to lead home today?” It was cold and yet, at the same time, heated by anger. He lowered his gaze as he lifted his left hand. There I saw some specks of blood on his claws.

Her neck was bleeding because of the punctures and she screamed at the top of her lungs. I marked her without her will and I knew it would haunt her forever. My mark on her neck was burning before getting balck and permanent. This will remind her that she belongs to me!

My boots made no sound against the smooth concrete as I moved down the narrow hallway. The heavy circular vault door was open three inches. A pale yellow glow spilled out onto the dark floorboards outside. I pushed the door open with the toe of my boot and stepped into the freezing, dry air of the vault. Helena was standing at the far end of the third rack. She wasn't wearing her usual gray work shirt; she had on a heavy wool coat, and her leather satchel was slung over her left shoulder. She had a small brass torch wedged between her teeth, casting a narrow beam of light onto a open metal tray. Her gloved fingers were moving fast, pulling specific glass vials out of the steel slots and sett