Helaena Targaryen Novels & Stories

Hadeon gripped his crimson and gold sword and with raging eyes slash a monster in half like a melted piece of butter. Hally, who is standing beside him, waved her staff, while forming a magic circuit. Before being the manager of the Deck Orders Guild's Human Resources, she was the rank 6th Challenger— the Goddess of Miracles, Harrella Washington. Despite her small built, young-looking face and distinct braided twin-tails. She is an unmovable force that single-handedly supported a hundred Challengers with her high-tier magic buff enchantments simultaneously. In a snap, multi-layered enchantments appeared below the offensive and defensive team boosting their firepower and defenses ten-fold.

“He doesn’t love you either if he keeps running after every being and inviting them into his bed.” Helena laughed. “I never wanted Robos’ love and I never will. Why are you here Termla?” “Where are your children?” “I told you, I killed them already!” Termla watched Helena closely, the goddess’s face showed zero deception even though she was blatantly lying. 13 years ago Termla found of the children of Helena. Cleopoda. She was born as a princess to the Camelornian household. For years she watched over her until she began to suspect that Robos was suspicious of her movement. Knowing Robos and his intense hatred for the child of whom it was prophesied would be the death of him, including the s

She had absolutely no interest in magic. Helena tilted her head, staring at the bright moon. She wished she could talk to Axton. She wanted to go back in time, play freely with him. Now her heart is in doubt; should she take her revenge or help Axton release her siser's curse? “Hey, Helena!” said a man, Vale, a witch who can control fire and wind. “Hi, Vale. Did you just attend the worship service?” asked Helena. “Of course. Why aren't you there? I'm sorry to hear about Selena's passing.”

Jenniri said pointing out the window. The others stopped what they were doing and looked at the portal. A gasp came from Helena as someone appeared to come out of the portal. Her silver and black hair was cut short, her face bore the war marks of the tyrannical Celestial that she had sworn allegiance to so long ago. She wore dark silk robes and in her hands was a crystal hilted sword, its blade shining brighter than ever before. Next to her appeared dozens of dark robed figures, each of them in a stance of combat. The Chosen were looking upon Demonya Draysiah, one of their own. She had cast aside her title as a guardian and Gatekeeper. It was because of her that all of them had been separate

Zale's mother paused and looked at grandpapa saying that he should the one to say it. "It was to gather the heirs of each throne. The heir of the Fire's Throne, Seraphina Agni, the heir of the Ocean's throne, Zale Altan. The two of you who are together meaning that you are about to be completed." He said. I am the heir of the Fire's throne, a title that holds so much power. It's like next to being a God. Zale patted my shoulder and nodded at me. I looked at the scenery, there is nothing to see but the vast ocean. I sighed.

She was already tired of lying. "Thanks, Aunt, " Juliet says before running upstairs. Meanwhile, Aunty Stella let's out a sigh of relief before releasing her weight on the chair. She makes a mental note to go over to Alexandras room. But knew it would be better to let her be, cause she knew how she behaved when she was angry. She carefully starts arranging what they messed up. Aunty Stella is Alexandra's maternal aunt. She is her mums younger sister. A widow, with a daughter for her late husband who died two years into there marriage, then her daughter Karis was still a toddler.

“He ruined Helena's life, my daughter, and all my hopes!” Heavy steps sounded, and Deny Jacob appeared in front of her cell, looking at her coldly. “Do you know how disgusting you are, Arslan?” Arslan stood up, approaching the bars. “Me? Disgusting?” He stood up and challenged Deny Jacob. “You and your daughter have gone too far! Helena was supposed to be the key to getting us out of this! Deny laughed sarcastically. “You dare talk like that after what happened? Helena is someone else and Tiara is your wife. She also has a son by you, Arslan. And you just talk like that? What's her name if not you who are so disgusting?”

“I'll use Draven's and Iza's blood to concoct the potion you'll need to drink." "And who is Iza?" I had asked, the name sounded unfamiliar to me. "The daughter of King Berauk Vilemunt. The last surviving child of the monarch.” Hysander had revealed. "And where is she now?" "In Tiluk's Grand Castle." He had responded.

Tony said. “For starters, apparently she…she is Dion's twin sister although she won’t tell me her name yet, and for whatever reason, Raphael Genovese kept that under tight wraps. Other than that, I don't know much about the situation but I believe she'd be a good addition to our group" was what I said, but honestly, I sure had ulterior motives. Let's call it curiosity but something in me wanted to get to know her a little bit more.

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.