Clipped Wings By Helena Hunting Mga Nobela at Kwento

He was just standing in the sunlight, and Ravi squinted as he saw something gleaming in the man's hand. Ravi focused his vision further to ensure that the object the man held wasn't what he thought it was. The man's hand moved, still gazing, and Ravi's eyes widened when he could see clearly. Ravi froze, subconsciously gripping Raymond's wrist tightly. He saw a shimmering sword smeared with red liquid that was undoubtedly blood. But it didn't end there. Ravi froze further without realizing it, tightening his hold on Raymond's wrist as he observed the man's wings, which were white and almost identical to Raymond's. The wings flapped, and he flew away somewhere.

Not grief dressed up as strength. Just her. The actual her. Present and unguarded and entirely real. The clip ended. Helena did not say anything. She did not move. The city moved below them. The wind came off the water. Somewhere behind them a door opened and closed. She kept looking at the monitor long after the screen had gone dark.

A slender, wet arm reached out, but as she shifted her weight, her foot hit a slick patch of tile. "Oh—!" Martins reacted before she could hit the floor. He lunged forward, catching the door and reaching into the spray. His large, calloused hand clamped around her damp waist, his fingers sinking into the soft, yielding flesh of her ass. Helena gasped, her slick body colliding with his chest. She was dripping, her skin radiating a feverish heat that seeped right through his clothes. She looked up at him, her dark hair plastered to her neck, her eyelashes spiked with water. She was completely, breathtakingly bare.

Only a few dozen leaves that looked not as condensed went straight for Helena. “Sh*t. How can I evade so many leaves?” These leaves traveled speedily and soon covered a huge area like strands of light. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! The leaves flew past in a flash. Helena flew left and right, hoping to evade the attack, yet several still got to her. Several cuts appeared on Helena’s sleeves, and with that, fresh blood slowly seeped through the wounds unsightly. The worst part was that the area above her chest was also hit by a leaf. Her clothes were also cut open and blood trickled down from the wound.

“Why are you overreacting when you don’t want her, Alpha?” I launched at him again, and this time, aiming at his neck. “Don’t make excuses for your r*pe’s attempt, Elmer. Say goodbye to the world.” That toothpick ducked and avoided my jaw, shouting madly, “Helena is in heat because of the werewolf bond, and you haven’t claimed her yet. I can also mark her according to the rules, then how is it r*pe, idiot?” Helena was in heat? This statement cemented my paws to the ground, my gaze fell at Helena who collapsed on the floor due to bleeding injuries. Then her strong scent throughout the day, her red formal gown despite any occasion, and disappointed look on her face hit me like a tornado,

As Helena left the council room, her mind was racing with thoughts of the task ahead. She knew that hunting Drake would be no easy feat, and that she needed to prepare herself mentally and physically for the challenge. The first thing she did was visit the armory. She needed to make sure she had the right weapons for the job. She selected a set of silver stakes, a crossbow with silver-tipped bolts, and a short sword with a silver-coated blade. These were her preferred weapons for vampire hunting, and she knew she could trust them to get the job done.

he answered back "And Aden, do me a favour. Don't let Helena or anyone else hear the V word from you unless you have the energy to calm their anxiety down" I gave him a nasty smile. Shortly, we heard a scream. "Cassel, Cassel" Helena cried as she ran towards the house after coming out of the car. I and Cassel both looked at each other wide-eyed before running out of the house to meet her. Helena's hands were bleeding, she said someone attacked her in the woods. She injured her elbow while running but it's already halfway healed. "Helena what did you go to find in the woods?" asked Cassel hugging her

“Refrain from projecting that failure onto your own name, Daniel. Your line represents an honorable predator across these ridges.” Helena felt a quiet sorrow tighten around her throat. “My tongue delivered an absolute vow to your spirit seasons ago that my name will never enter a formal marriage or produce a litter of pups under this sky, Helena. That is the exact reason why our lines can remain unyielding allies for the remainder of our winter winters.”

He put his shaking hand out in an attempt to plead with her for his life. “Please, I’m sorry. I-” She leaped at him and he screamed. She ferociously tore him apart as the men behind her watched in amusement. Her claws tore pieces of his flesh off while her teeth took chunks of muscle and tissue off. I could feel her hunger. I could feel her need to end someone’s life. I took a deep breath and tried to not gag at how effortlessly she devoured piece after piece after him.

The audience erupted in thunderous applause, and several world-renowned dancers gave us rave reviews. Marissa wheeled me to center stage. Since the incident, this was my first time stepping onto a stage again as a choreography consultant. I bowed my head alongside the other dancers, grateful for the audience's support. This time, the flashing cameras and the eyes of strangers didn't scare me. I felt like I had found a new purpose. … Three years later, I choreographed a dance called "The Fallen Butterfly." I performed it entirely from my wheelchair and became the first dancer of my kind.