Escape From Helheim Novels & Stories

Helios whirls around to catch me. “What’s the old man talking about? What five days?” He shakes me by the shoulders, he shakes me hard. “Laurel! What are you not telling me?!” My gaze lifts to meet his and I tremble. And here, in the hut and the presense of the old man, I tell Helios everything. Once more, I relive my nightmare and recount scene by scene about what happened in the basement of my family home. Then I tell him of my escape and how I eventually ended up in the Dark Forest.

He never fell. Mara blew back. The sea disassembled history and reassembled it. Jonas wasn't erased. He was freed. From the loop. Helena got up. The light in the bunker was almost extinguished. Only the hole glomm silver. Helena smiled at Mara. Really. Thank you. “It didn’t take you.” Mara held the bracelet so firm that her fingers hurt. “Where is he?” Helena looked into the hole. Long. Then she answered:

Aiden pushed her out of the way with such force that it knocked the air from her lungs. Dust filled the atmosphere. Helena coughed, her eyes burning. “If we don’t move, we’re going to perish in here!” Aiden tilted her face up. “Look at me, Helena. Concentrate.” His voice remained calm amidst the chaos. “We’ll escape. I’ll ensure you get out.” The priestess shouted once more. “The Temple is demanding you make a choice, Helena!” “A choice?” Helena gasped. “What kind of choice?” The murmurs grew louder and more furious. The fissures beneath her feet widened, exposing a swirling black mist.

She cooked it into his meals three times a day for years. Over time, he lost his ability to have children, and she never got pregnant again. Mom once told me, “No matter how hard it is, you must survive. Find a way to escape from here.” She spent her whole life trying to leave this place. On her tenth attempt, she tried to escape with Eve. They were so close, just one step away… That was when Mike accidentally alerted the villagers and surrounded them. Without hesitation, Mom shielded Eve, taking the blows meant for her. The villagers attacked her with sticks and fists, and the blows rained down on Mom.

The only comfort I’d receive was when I took my last breath and the lights dimmed behind my eyelids. The elevator doors slid open and I didn’t hesitate to run past him. I didn’t stop until I arrived in my room. I slammed and locked the door behind me–locking myself away from the psycho with the piercing blue eyes and murderous threats. My back hit the door and slid to the floor in defeat. With my time ticking down, I only had two options if I want to stay alive; avoid Judge Jackson at all cost or escape Eden. Escaping would prove difficult. The exits to Eden always changed and I wouldn’t be prepared for the outside world. The best opportunity I had to escape was two days from now when a feas

"Well, I have been trying to escape for a long time now, but I keep getting caught, which leads to more punishment. Let’s just say sister Martha was getting tired of me, and I struck her a deal, and she accepted, so here I am." Mary frowned at the abridged response. "Come on, that was so vague. I need details." She needed to know how her mortal enemy was defeated. Helena chuckled before she dove into the full story. "Well, I told her that either she would let me go peacefully or I would keep escaping. And if it eventually gets successful, I was going to tarnish her image. Or she let me go on my own and never come back again." "So she chose the second one, right?" Mary quipped excitedly. It w

As I stood at the ancient castle estate of the Lotharville Pack, I still felt a bit dazed. I never expected that in simply escaping from the Kalmoor Pack, I would unexpectedly find my biological parents. Just a few days ago, I had arrived safely at the Lotharville Pack's seaside house that the sorcerer had arranged for me. I had planned to spend the rest of my life there alone. The next day, when I went to the market to buy some things, a noblewoman kept staring at me for no reason.

He didn’t want to find out what would happen. --- Present day. Liam exhaled sharply as the helicopter's rotors slowed behind him, pulling him back to reality. He reached up, removing his glasses, rubbing his tired eyes before sliding them back on. The family chauffeur stood at the edge of the helipad, bowing slightly. “Welcome home, Mr. Carter.” Liam’s jaw tightened at the name. Carter. He had abandoned it the moment he left. But here, in this city, in this house, it still clung to him like a curse.

“No one questions the mentor. No one suspects the one giving guidance. Get in. Get her alone. Drive a wedge between them. Make her doubt him. Make him doubt her. And when they finally start to splinter, I move in.” “And do what?” I turned slowly. “Burn everything.” Estrella held the vial like it was burning her skin. “What if they see through it? What if Delilah shows up while I’m—” “She won’t,” I said. “She’s out of town for the solstice. Healing retreat. My spies confirmed it.” “And if she cuts it short?” “Then you improvise.” Estrella nodded once. Tight. Resigned. “When does the shift start?” she asked.

Stomach churned, but I needed the fuel to keep standing, let alone fighting. The shelter sat deep underground, behind thick doors and layers of stone and packed earth. Twenty feet of barrier between the children and the chaos topside. Guards nodded us through every checkpoint. Helena ran it tight—shifts rotating, supplies stocked, escape tunnels mapped just in case. We found Erica in the main chamber, cross-legged on blankets with a cluster of little ones. She read from a worn picture book, voice steady, about a brave wolf who outsmarted hunters to save her pack. The kids leaned in, wide-eyed, hanging on every word. She kept them calm, distracted.