Hela Novels & Stories

The General mused and read the first chapter of the story projected on the wall. The Blitzkrieg is a bitch. And the people hunting them are fucked up assholes with crystals--- the color of moss. Hestia, the ultimate tyrant, has the power to make everyone obey her every command. And her best friend, Hera, can erect impenetrable walls that can withstand nuclear explosions. Together they're unstoppable. Thankfully, they're not evil. "He's no poet," the General commented. Fulgar laughed. "You see, sir," said Fulgar. "He knew about the Altarian hunters and the theory of their tracking method. There's also the fact that two more had joined their ranks, a girl who can teleport instantly and another

A low growl was heard by Stella and the same was heard by Benjamin but both thought it was just their illusion. Stella ignored her inner voice and continued to talk to Lima. But then something strange happened frightening everyone. Tehran was once upon a time called Hamster the city where Princess Veronica ruled. It was past twelve in the night. The power was down and there were no street lights glowing. Benjamin and Stella were passing through the road of the mansion Princess Veronica had locked long years ago. The street was completely dark and dead silent but suddenly strange voices were heard from the mansion. "Come on release me. Come here.... please...." There was a desperate growling

he screamed. She glared angrily at the person who had stopped her, and her surprise was complete when she saw the man she was attempting to avoid, Aleja. “Let go,” she clenched her jaw. “I need you. Don’t die.” 15 letters, 5 words that make Ameira's world stop. The sounds of sirens became audible, and the only thing Ameira could hear was her loud heartbeats staring intently at Aleja with his eyes begging.

Arion and Arrow said together. "My, it is so nice to see you as well," Alexia replied. "And who might this be?" she asked looking at me. "This is our mate and future Luna, Rina," Arion said proudly. "My, my, the two of you for one she-wolf? The Moon Goddess certainly has an interesting way of doing things, doesn't she?" Alexia asked. "I think the Moon Goddess knows exactly what she is doing," I answered surprising myself. "Yes, of course, she does," Alexia replied while shooting daggers at me.

I saw Hella get her wand from her pocket. “I don’t think you should be using that, Hel,” I whispered to her. “I do, she’s a vampire,” Hella answered me. I looked at the lady again. Then I noticed her appearance. Long black hair and pale skin. And the shameless black eyeliner was screaming danger on her. “So as the child you are holding,” “We should leave now,” I said and pulled them both away from her. “I can smell her,” I stepped back when she appeared in front of me.

Ignoring the fear and anxiety that came with such a heavy demand, Helena nodded her face solemn and open. "I swear on my life." "Then, Helena Feryp, daughter of Lumen Lunae, soon to be Helena Damon, Luna of Blood Moon, we offer ourselves in service to you and welcome you to our humble pack, Blood Moon." They all bowed, heads tilted in respect. Helena was well aware of the protocol for these things and despite knowing it was not necessary as she was their future Luna, she returned their bow with one of her own, honoured that they would give someone like her a chance when so many found her disability an inexcusable sin.

Now her eyeliner looked like it was already starting to smudge on the side of her eyes. "I'll take you home." "I don't want to go home!" Hela objected, "Not until we make up." Grey ignored Hela's statement and continued driving, but now Grey did it cautiously. Being prepared in case Hela suddenly acted impulsively again. This time Hela was calmer. Unlike earlier, she didn't act impulsively. However, Grey didn't loosen his watch over her. Hela is the type of woman who often acts out of reason. For half an hour, they remained silent in

She just thought it would be easy, but her mind and body were telling her different things. Hela was a very active little girl. She is different from the other baby in that she doesn’t cry when you give her food or a toy. Instead, she stays quiet in the corner. Hela, you can’t get her to do what you want with anything but her mother’s breast. She gets what she wants. That’s how hard the baby is to please. But it’s fun to take care of her smart daughter, so it’s nice to do that. You can always tell when a baby is smart, and Hela is already smart at such a young age.

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

I pushed him away from me and yelled at him without any regard for our shameful situation, but my hatred towards that hateful person blinded my eyes from listening to the voice of reason, "Sophia... Sophia... Sophia... What did she do to you both?! He doesn't see anything but her. And now you threaten me because of her!! I'm Hela, Princess Hela!! Who is this scum to prefer her over me? He clapped sarcastically, laughing loudly as he said, "Excellent, Hela!! You made my eyes tear up, woman!! Your cheap tricks act it with Alexander. As for me, your ridiculous charade won't do you any good and won't