Hela Novels & Stories

“Hi! Took you long enough to figure it out. “She said smirking at me. Probably! Hard to find! It’s a good thing I didn’t drown. I did not answer her. “I’m Hela! You’re Iris of the house of Quiason right? “ “Uh ... yeah. Nice to meet you Hela. “Maybe I look awkward because I’m not used to meeting people. All my life I’ve been at home and training. And when there are social gatherings, no one wants to associate with me because of my father’s place in the council. So I don’t know how to do it. “Nice to meet you too! Is that uh your things? “She pointed to the suitcases behind me. I nodded at her. She looks incredulous because maybe

"How were you able to identify it at all?" Dennis seemed to remember then that she was still fairly new to the operation and he calmed himself down to explain. "You see, Miss Months, every item in Olympus's storage has been tagged with a Doomsday beacon, which as the name implies, is only activated when said item is activated in a such a manner as to be classified as a doomsday.

“Fine. I’ll be there soon.” As Helena hung up, she remained oblivious to the depth of Ellen’s devotion. Ellen, a trusted member of the Russo family, had always harbored an intense and hidden love for Helena. Her loyalty was legendary in the dark circles of the underworld, driven by an unspoken affection that went beyond mere duty.

“What is your name?” “Helena. Are you a singer?” The woman laughed. “A singer? Well, if that is what you call a poor woman who sings eulogies to people for a few scraps of coins then yes I’m a singer.” She cocked her head to the side and said, “Helena. What a beautiful name, right brothers?” The men nodded. Inga chuckled and sidled closer to Helena. “Do you know that of all the gods the only one who no one has claimed to see is the supreme god Demeus? Many have seen Oya, Torlan and many others but none have claimed to see Demeus.”

She could feel the black soft soil under her feet tickling her as she stepped. She giggled as her eye met a bird, Her giggle was disputed by a cry, she gasps looking around walking in deep towards the cry of a deer. Her eyes fell upon one, wound by a thorn full branch, his antler stuck between the dry branches of dead bushes. She let out a gasp freezing on her feet as the pair of eyes stare back at her.

Hela’s bosom is all Helheim, I drive in rainy memories through those not yet in her kingdom, first there is the overwhelming smell of decay, a corpse baking sickly sweet in the summer sun, slowly bodily fluids evaporate, bacteria feasts, and the rot becomes wet dirt, Hela is beautiful but does not shelter her girls from true passing no antiseptic white wards here, just honorable necrosis, hazy gray globes of eyes, bone white hair that wreathes a half-flesh, half-frozen face Hela smiles gently, and I become mist in her arms. "That was a delight, but I shall one up you, my loves!" Jarngrimr howled l

"Paula has agreed to help on that front. He beast has trained the last 4000 years of Kings and Queens of Atlantis." "Is she not a wolf?" I asked, suprised. "As my powers are that of the elements, my two sisters have their own powers." Hela said coming to the forefront of KAri, he eyes glowing purple. "Menhit, her beast is a multi hybrid, she can take the form of any type of shifter or mythical creature. Where as Aphrodite can manipulate the human form." "How on earth does she do that!" I asked. "She can manipulate the mind, the nervous system of any man or beast." Hela explained. "Her power can only be used in certain circumstan

Dmitri shouted, waving them forward. Victor hesitated, his eyes seeing the tree line. “Victor,” Olivia said, her voice urgent. “There’s no time.” He allowed her to guide him toward the helicopter. They climbed aboard, and the pilot wasted no time lifting off. As the forest disappeared beneath them, Olivia exhaled a deep breath. She turned to Victor, whose head rested against the seat, his eyes were closed. “Is it over?” she asked quietly. His eyes open, dark. “Not even close.”

A mate mark. “I’m happy for you,” Lydia said. Thalia smiled. “I’m happy too. And Knox… he’s a good guy. I’ve seen how you two look at each other.” Lydia smiled faintly. “Yeah, I guess so.” Thalia pulled out a necklace. The pendant was a woman’s head with snakes for hair—Medusa. It looked golden, but it felt alive. “This is my parting gift,” Thalia said, placing it around Lydia’s neck. “I can’t say goodbye at the garage—it’ll break me. So remember me until we meet again.”

They had used specialized herbs to mask their Alpha and Gamma scents as they watched the procession pass below with cold eyes. Princess Helia was dressed in deep purple noble riding gear, sitting tall and straight atop a bay warhorse. She was only thirty-two—the peak of a Lycan's strength and power. However, perhaps due to the long journey, her aura felt heavy and sluggish. Her cold, beautiful face showed a weariness she couldn't hide, making her look a few years older than she actually was. "The male wolf on the black horse behind Helia is Damian," Caldwell whispered, his golden wolf eyes locked onto the dangerous-looking male.