Harry Potter Son Of Hela Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Dymon grinned foolishly at his plan. "You will not succeed in your plan, you animal! Because even if you get my son back and be with him. His heart will remain numb for you! Don't expect to be loved by my son! Because the truth is. He will never love My son is a demon like you!" Helena snorted. Dymon's eyes were glazed over. His clenched fist was the same because of anger.

But also… recognition. "You look just like him," she whispered. "Just like your father." I wanted to speak. I wanted to tell her that I was still her daughter, that the wolf didn't change that, that I had controlled it for the first time tonight. But my throat wasn't built for human words anymore. All that came out was a low, rumbling growl. Kemal scrambled to his feet. "The Council will hear about this!" he shrieked, pointing a shaking finger at me. "They'll come for you, half-blood! They'll—"

I couldn't even keep the photograph I took of us together, during our walk through the Acropolis, it was stored in the cell phone I had in Greece and I don't dare ask Kira to send it to me. My son moves restlessly inside me, I caress my belly with a hand. He is a real sweet tooth, he isn't born yet but is addicted to vanilla ice cream already, without a cone of course. I laugh. I'm the only one capable of understanding my own jokes. I take off my sandals and walk barefoot in search of a bicitaxy to take me back home. My flowing dress and my waist-length hair sway in the wind. I 'm convinced that my child won't be a vampire and even less a sorcerer, he may not be entirely human, but in any ca

Bruce Harry thought. "Wow! What a handsome man this billionaire is, indeed this is Indisputably Ella's father, but they will never meet, as from now on, he is the father of my precious child, Miranda," Helga thought. "Hi, good day to you," Bruce Harry greeted them sweetly. "Good day," Helga replied without looking at him. She then pretended to be extremely angry.

Helia chipped in flatly. "You can?" Selene was excited. "Yep I can," she answered. Helia's fake excitement was obvious. "Do you want to know why?" "Yes, I do." "Helia, I don't thi—" "I can do spells because," Helia continued, interrupting Rendall, "I am Nyx's daughter." "Did I just hear you correctly?" Selene was stunned. "I am her daughter and her pregnancy with me led to the death of the son and daughter-in-law of an old man." Helia turned to Brient and tried scrutinizing his face but he kept on turning away. "You knew this, right?"

She sneered, her gaze turning sharp at him. Evan's eyes curled at the corners as she continued talking, “My son needs a normal childhood, a normal family life. He wants to win this damn father's day competition. He didn't want me to go with him but his father!” The damn emotions Helena was trying to control exploded at once, and she found herself crying before hitting her head against his chest.

I say, Vulcan nods clearly understanding. “Go, find Emerald, she will need you” I say to him as the huge bulk of my fathers grey wolf enters the cells, dropping an arm from his jaws. He is a stunning sight, his powerful aura deadly as he stalks towards Helga. Vulcan hesitates and I smile. “Go, my Papa is here now” I laugh as Helga begins to shake. Vulcan nods before he takes off along the corridor that leads to the upper level. My fathers wolf growls as he steps closer to us.

we hear from the crowd then I see Soren step forward, and I frown in confusion "I am the actual son of Zues so I'm more qualified to be Emporer than someone who's bloodline is so diluted but if you hand over the crown right now no one will get hurt" he says as I gape in surprise I hear my husband respond but I'm too shocked to listen to what he says then I see Soren muster up a lightning bolt and throw it a Storm but I manage to put up an ice wall just in time to block the attack "Aw, yes, the daughter of Hades, you stopped me this time, but I'm not done yet."

“I haven’t slept or eaten anything to practice my powers for this ritual, Alpha. I hope this will repay Alpha Gladwin’s favor of sheltering a banished whisperer in his pack.” Although Helena made it clear that it was only for my dad’s sake, still, I questioned her, “Do you think there is any chance of our reunion, Helly? After all, this cure was the only reason of divorce.” Helena’s trademark glare in response was a clear-cut shut up for me, a book placed in front of her opened as she read some spells out loud in a foreign language. I was free, so I checked my wrist for the remaining years of my life, but this casual thing shook the ground below my feet.

“Let… let me hold her.” “Here.” I lay the child on her chest, and for a second, everything is still. Silent. Helena presses a shaking kiss to her daughter’s forehead, tears slipping down her temples. Then, her body jerks. A wet, gasping sound escapes her lips. Her eyes flutter, unfocused. No. Not yet. “Helena, please—I can save you,” I say, pressing my hands to her skin, already weaving a spell. She gazes at me with bloodshot eyes that nearly shatter every bit of my soul.