Hela Novels & Stories

"Wait, it couldn't be possible, right?" She managed to recall that one time at the beach house when she woke up and found a note left by Hyperion. The name written below was Hel. Could it be that Hyperion's real name was actually Helios and the two of them were just one man? She could not even consider it as a coincidence since it was just too impossible. That question lingered so Shantala grabbed her phone back and searched for the name of Tricia Vexmore. After a few seconds, pictures of Tricia flashed on her screen.

After the initial pain, Heli retreated, licking the part where he bit before moving away from me. The pain slowly dwindled down to a mild discomfort. Through my haze, I tried to focus my eyes on Heli who was staring intently at me while licking his lips. His gaze was dark and heavy, pupils blown wide. His pale cheeks had a dust of pink, and his ears were extremely red. The veins on his arms and neck looked more prominent than usual, and he kept on swallowing, his prominent Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

she paused, her tongue flicking briefly across her lower lip, "...more aware." I stiffened, my fingers curling tightly around my coffee mug. "I'm sorry to disappoint," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. Lena chuckled, the sound like velvet but somehow cold. "Oh, I wouldn't say I'm disappointed. Just... intrigued." She leaned closer, her scent washing over me—something expensive and floral, but with an underlying sharpness that made my nose wrinkle. "An omega who doesn't know she's an omega. It's fascinating, really."

Caden demanded while positioning himself more firmly between the stranger and Aria. "I am Grandmother Hela," the woman said while gliding into the room with movements that didn't quite match normal walking. "Elder witch of the Northern Covens. I felt a power surge strong enough to wake the dead so I came to investigate what idiot was tampering with forces they didn't understand." "We weren't tampering with anything," I said while moving closer despite the pain in my ribs. "We were saving her life." Hela's blind eyes somehow found me across the room. "Were you now? Tell me, young king, did you ask why a grown wolf has no shift? D

His voice was a low, deep rumble in the morning air. "I am," I said, my voice just as flat. "The black one," he said, patting the neck of the beast on his left, "is a high-strung, ill-tempered, murderous bitch. Her name is Hela. She will try to kill you." I just stared at him. "The one on the right," he said, patting the other, "is a high-strung, ill-tempered, murderous bastard. His name is Fenrir. He will kill you."

“No.” A pause. “He’s predicting.” Aurora stilled. Across the battlefield, Helena stepped forward, her gaze locked onto the data streams unraveling before her like a living equation. “It’s deeper than prediction,” Helena said quietly. Aurora turned slightly. “Explain.” Helena didn’t hesitate. “He’s aligning with it.” Aurora’s eyes narrowed. “With what?” Helena’s voice dropped. “The entity.” Silence. Not confusion. Understanding. Aurora felt it immediately.

A chain rattled softly. Her gaze snapped down. A metal cuff circled her ankle, tethered to a short length of chain bolted into the floor. "No..." She whispered, her breath trembling as she yanked at it, the iron biting into her skin, but it didn't budge. She pressed her palms to her temples, forcing herself to think. The Outlands. Erik said the Outlands was safe. A sanctuary beyond the North where no Lycan could cross, no Alpha's rule could reach. A place for the forgotten and for the free.

[EIRA] Somewhere along her way, Hela found her and did not miss the chance to pounce over the witch, pinning her to the cold, hard floor underneath. As the claws on her fingers dug into the skin of her shoulder, Eira screamed but also, the very next moment, she snapped her fingers, twisting Hela’s arm. She cried in pain and lost her mind for a moment. With a crack it was back on its place and Eira saw Caleb coming to her rescue. She had planned to leave her be and focus on what mattered--escape. However, the sight of Caleb rushing to save Hela maddened her and the next moment, she was drawing the

K•E•L•S•I:::: I used all my will power to focus my attention on the teacher as i overheard soft mumurs from every corner. "Ah! There you are, can you please tell me and the class your name? He encouraged. "My name is Kelsi Itohan" I tried to be audible as I could. "I'm a new student here" my voice slightly shaking. He nodded "Welcome, Kelsi the teacher replied with a smile that soothe my feeling.

says Camilla, her perfectly manicured fingers making a circular movement around her stomach. “you’re hungry huh” asks Charlie. “yeah, you?, maybe we can go get something to eat” Camilla is a teacher, a lecturer to be specific, and Charlie always felt embarrassed walking with her, seeing her up in the classroom is enough for her, so with that thought in mind, Charlie walks away from her space and stalks toward the nearby grocery shop, “just a little bit of peace and quiet” she mutters under her breath, taking her already battered signature pink air pods and put it in her ears, she’s about putting the other in but she gets intercepted, already sensing the two huge pigs standing both beside he