Harry Potter Son Of Hela Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Albus answered. “Where do my parents come in?” I asked, anxious about whether I would be able to bear the news. “After losing her powers, Helena tried every means to get them back, she prayed, she begged…she killed but nothing happened. Every avenue to curry the favour of her goddess was met with a cold hollow silence. Then word got out that a family of werewolves from the Moonheart clan had given birth to a child of light.”

He and I had been great friends since our fathers were best friends, and two years later, our friendship turned to a relationship when we realized that we were very much in love with each other. Although we were not mates, everyone agreed to our union, testifying to the chemistry we both shared and to them, we were perfect for one another and I couldn't agree more. My name is Helen Hawkins, daughter of Alpha Kelvin of the Blood Moon Pack. Despite my royal blood, many pack members considered me strange simply because I held the title of Alpha, just like my older brother, Kane. However, I was determined to prove them wrong. Being an Alpha, just like my brother, was not something I should be bl

In this one, he'd simply signed my name without asking. My phone buzzed again. A message from Ivy, righteous as ever: "Sis, just take care of it. Dad says that money is what you owe him." A second message followed immediately: "You've got an Alpha backing you over there. This is pocket change for you, right? Unless you'd rather actually get into the pit and let those rogues rip you apart." I looked at the screen. Didn't reply. Memories of the wolf pits came flooding back, frame by frame. Silver cage bars. The frenzied howling from the stands. The stench of blood carried on the wind as red-eyed fighters lunged at me.

The love I'd once felt for my husband and my child had been replaced by numb, aching hollowness. "Luke, you must be tired too. Go to bed." I turned away and poured myself a glass of water. Father and son exchanged a glance---that familiar, conspiratorial look between them---and the sight left me cold. Lucien put his hand on Luke's shoulder, ready to send the boy off to wash up and sleep. But Luke was still wired. I saw the flash of crimson in Luke's eyes and knew immediately---too much rare steak had triggered his vampiric instincts.

He was a general in charge of strategies and security for the pack. “Hey Pumpkin,” My dad answered. “How’s the nose?” “It hurts. Did you know the Hell twins were coming to mom’s shop today?” I didn’t bother to hide my annoyance. “Yes, I had set it up with your mother last week. Why? Did something happen?” Typical dad, worrying about his duties. “No, dad, it’s just well, can you give me a heads-up next time?”

Heitor was the first to get down from the car and slam the door, he was a copy of Henrique with whiter skin and half-blond hair, blue eyes and sadness that showed a revolt for suffering even though he was young. Soon Lavinia came down, she was calm and serene. Her dark brown hair and black eyes formed a beautiful girl with a sad smile. Surely I was going to make those children smile again, I was sure of it. - Heitor, come back here," Henry shouted at his son nervously, "It's no use you're not going to live with that witch Olga. - I hate you daddy," he shouted, and the words hit his father hard. - Heitor my son, don't talk like that - Helena went to him - Come, I want you to meet Olivia

Is that mean… Helena raised an eyebrow at me, “What are you looking at, Aster? I gave birth to our child while you were gone and here he is! He looks so much like you…” she said the words with so much love that I have never heard from her lips for a very long time. She stared at my son with glittering eyes, adoring the baby. My eyes widened for seconds, realizing what was happening. “I don’t need you anymore, Aster. I already have everything I need,” Helena coldly uttered the words, her face returning to her usual condescending expression.

Helena is the only family who doesn't study the wizarding world. “Nothing, I'm only good at healing; it's even just a basic ability. I can't use one that's too complicated. I do have talent, but I don't hone it. I've always disliked studying magic, for some reason. Maybe because when I was a kid, I saw my father kill a thief with his magic. Since then I have refused to use my magic anymore.” Robert nodded in understanding. There must be a small trauma in Helena. Being a witch is not easy; it takes courage and mental readiness.

Leo who saw the wronged look in his wife look felt a pang of guilt. he calmly said to the old lady without any fear on his face: you can say that I am wrong without looking at any evidence but at least now you know that your granddaughter didn't achieve anything because your favorite son didn't even give her a chance to work in any major project. The old lady was very annoyed by the repeated rebuttal of this waste son in law but she looked at ava’s face and felt a little bit guilty.

Gai-Dalit let his master rest while he sang the dark enchantment. “Gather my blood, Servant, for Helia, a blood of a spirit, my daughter will need it to live, she had become a fallen when she had drunk my blood.” Ditiori and again he wept, lying down with his family in exhaustion. “I will close my eyes. What is there to live for without Maga….” Ditiori closed his eyes beside his beloved. Gai-Dalit began to sing the enchantment.