Helaena Targaryen Novels & Stories

Charlotte Hayes' POV I was walking from the room, when all of the sudden, my mother, Ophelia stood before me with that innocent smile of hers. An angelic smile that seduced millions of people in this world. "Darling, where have you gone?" She asked, with worried eyes. Ophelia Maine was a good mother that gave me everything I wanted. People would do anything just to experience what's it like to be in a care of the queen of the stage; but the only thing I don't like about her… is the fact that she's—"Don't tell me that you went to cry because you still couldn't beat me in terms of beauty?" She's a narcissist.

I stood on a precipice, helplessly watching the man who loved to duel for my hand in marriage, and miserably lose not only my hand, but his life. My beloved Cristhofer fought so hard against Commander John Chase, a tall man who was close to 28 years old, he ruled on the Island of Corvo that was next to Shivia, and the reason he fought for my hand was not love, it was for politics and power, because I was Helena Lancaster, sister of King Charles the second Lancaster who found it amusing to host a tournament to the death by my hand.

Every box disappeared before breakfast while a twenty-year-old girl ate her eggs in the dining hall without knowing she was already gone. Nora set the document down. "Who removed the original section," she said. Felix looked at Caspian. Caspian looked at the document. "Tell her," Caspian said quietly. "She has the right to know all of it." Felix turned back to Nora. "The Vael bloodline representative on the Student Court four years ago was a woman named Aldara Vael," he said. "Caspian's aunt. She held the head position for three years before Caspian took it at the start of his enrollment."

"You call her a stranger, marked and dangerous. He walked down the steps from the throne. Each step deliberate. "Tell me, Helena, bronze, and the rest of you. Have you been so old that you don't remember anything?, or do you choose not to?" Elder bronze frowned. "What are you _" "She is not marked by unknown magic," Arden said. "She is the descendant of the strongest queens in werewolf history. Queen Althea, queen Mireille. Queen sera of the white fang. The women who built the first alliances. The women who ended blood wars, the women who swore oaths to protect your fathers, the women who sacrificed their lives to save our species, who created the peace we all enjoy now."

"I’m going to get you out. I swear it." "No," Helena gasped, shaking her head violently. "No, you can't. You have to run. You have to leave Oakhaven." "I’m not leaving you." "Listen to me!" Helena whispered, straining against her chains. "The Emperor... he isn't just taking the blood. He’s making something. I heard them. The Inquisitors." "Making what?" "A vessel," Helena said, her voice trembling. "They call it the God-Shell. They need dragon blood to forge it, but they need the Source to fill it. They know I’m not the Source, Saoirse. They know!"

At the end of the day, any decision that gets made is hers and hers alone, and I’m grateful that I have an amazing Alpha in her and that I don’t have her job. I inhale deeply. It’s with that deep inhale that I smell my favorite scent in the whole world, warm cherry pie. I know my mate is near. It’s then that I heard the knock on the door. “Come in, Beautiful” I call to Zella, my mate as I lift my head up while still remaining hunched over the desk. Thought to be a Hebrew name meaning, “wolf” the name Zella only encapsulates one small part of who this wonderful woman is. Yes, she is a wolf. But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that s

Beside him, the elders of the realm, gray-haired men robed in velvet and fur, formed a silent circle, their authority lending weight to the sacred union about to take place. A maid walked into Helena's room and announced that it was time for the wedding. Helena was nervous; she glanced at her mother, who had been by her side, ordering the maids around and helping her get dressed. Selena hugged her daughter before placing a kiss on her forehead. “It is time to claim your husband.” She whispered, and Helena blushed wholeheartedly.Side by side they walked out of the chamber, stepping into one of the long hallways. From a crossing corridor came another figure, tall, robed in royal crimson, a gol

Isabelle and Philip worked from the rooftop, while Jerry and Aria made their way inside. The first room was empty. The second, too. But in the third— Helena. She stood before a server wall, her silver hair pinned up, fingers flying across a virtual screen. She turned slowly as Aria stepped forward. “I was expecting him,” Helena said, her voice like cold water. “But you’re more interesting.” Aria kept her stance firm. “You built Hekate.” “I gave it life. Creed gave it purpose.” Jerry leveled his voice. “What purpose? Control?”

She slammed her hand down on the war table. “But we are not broken.” Her magic pulsed beneath the floor. “We are the blood of kings. The children of a fallen realm that refused to die. And I—Elianna Orenda Valemont—am the Queen of Xaerath.” A soft murmuring spread among the court—shock, awe, and rising pride. Elliot smiled faintly, a hand resting over his sword hilt. Drakonios said nothing—but his heart… his heart roared.

Standing behind him is—] Helena, blood dripping from a hidden wrist blade, eyes wild. Helena (smirking): "I may be your handmaid, my Queen. But I remember my training." Blythe (shocked): "You were a Shadow Sister." Helena (deadpan): "Briefly. Until your mother insisted I carry tea instead of daggers." Xavier (grinning despite the chaos): "Remind me to never piss off the tea maid." Aftermath The snow is stained with blood. High Court bodies lie scattered around the temple ruins. A brazier burns near the altar, flickering light against the cold stone. The Umbra circles up, binding wounds.