Novel & Cerita Escape From Helheim

Another thud on the ground made the lot jump, a good amount of snow and dirt blew into the air, but Helga laughed seeing this "And the first arrives... Uh—!?" Vlad rose from his knelt position and everyone stood back, no one knew he was out, not yet. "I feel a sence of relief to see some wolves still standing" he said walking to Helga "Dead, all of them, I found trails of blood, heaps of bodies, all of them wolves, killed by vampires... Killed by you who call yourself my brethren!" "Vlad!? When did you escape!?" Helga asked standing back. "Everyone of you who asked me that are dead, are you sure you want to know?"

“They even allowed me to watch the pathetic defense you mounted in your trial. And when they executed you, they showed me footage of the monsters escorting you to the pit.” “I’ll bet you enjoyed that,” I hissed. “Not as much as you delighted in killing me,” he snarled. “Let go of me.” I struggled in his grip. “Not until you explain how you escaped the Punishment Pits.” “Same way you escaped Hell,” I spat. His nostrils flared. “Fenrir never planned on extracting out the wolves who deserved punishment. And he would have told me if he had extracted you from the most secure enclosure in Hell.”

If she was alone, she doubted if she could make it. They were laughing when they reached the cave before dusk. They succeeded! But they were out of words to say when they saw Helga a few meters away from the entrance. She was tied, and beside her was a group of male elves. She was crying, and a stiff wire was in between her mouth, preventing her from talking. She recognized the elf beside Helga. He was the one who escaped the day they had an encounter with the Ayesiks. The short elf smirked at her when their eyes met.

I lost my balance, and when I fell sitting on his leg, he freed my wrist and surrounded my waist with his arms, saying in a sly tone, "Behold, I have left your hand, as you asked." I pushed him back with both hands on his chest as hard as I could, having gotten rid of those ridiculous sensations. After several attempts, I managed to escape from him and moved away from him, and soon he got in my way. I heard screams coming from outside. She's Hela, the fool, who makes this noise, and the guards Alex put in front of my wing door seem to be trying to stop her from entering. As I expected, he gave me his back and walked away towards the door, but suddenly stopped, screaming in pain, having I...

He came closer and I took fast steps back. "You should know...no matter how much you try, you can never get away from me" his voice was creepier than I remembered. I didn't wait for him to come after me. I took down the hallway, running as fast as I could. I could hear his footsteps as he ran after me. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as I ran for my life. On both sides of the hallway were doors but I still couldn't get away from him. He could access all the rooms. I ran faster, heading towards the back door. If I could get there and run away, I would be able to get away. I knew a place outside the door that none of them knew about. I pushed myself harder, getting to the door and yanking i

She looked small against the backdrop of the skeletal tower and the green lightning storms. "I’ll keep the frequency open," Helena said, her voice trembling but determined. She clutched the dataslate like a shield. "I can patch into the Imperial grid. If they move the fleet, I’ll tell you." "Stay hidden," Saoirse urged, hugging her cousin. "If the perimeter alarm trips, you go to the panic room in the core. Do not try to be a hero, Helena. You are the voice. We need the voice alive." "I’ll be the voice," Helena whispered. "You be the sword."

Then, Axel showed up on my doorstep again. This time, he looked even frailer than before, perhaps because his injuries hadn't healed. Or maybe it was because he'd killed his own father. The man who had spent his entire life fighting to avenge his mother had ended up murdering his own father. Fate had a cruel sense of humor. "Bri, I've completed my mission. Come home with me." He reached out his hand toward me, but I slapped it away without mercy. "Home? We don't have a home anymore. Dorian's dead, my mom's no longer his wife, which also means I'm no longer your stepsister. So what home is there to speak of?"

When I heard the door open I knew it was Blue ,and when I heard a gun go off. Caught inbetween shock and pain, I couldt stop screaming.I felt a prick on my thigh then blackness . The weirdest thing about being unconscious is that; your thoughts still process and things start to make sense. What doesn't make sense is Duncan being alive. What the damn hell ? He was related to Rosa ... He wasn't a Massa. I don't want to regret a decision I took ... I just pray that that; tonight goes as planned.