Helaena Targaryen Novels & Stories

"Removed? What are you saying? If we touch her openly, Killian will tear this palace apart stone by stone. You heard what he said." "We will not touch her openly," Helena replied smoothly, a sinister, calculated smile touching the corners of her thin lips. She reached slowly into the deep folds of her dark velvet traveling cloak, her long fingers rummaging through the interior lining before withdrawing a small, tightly corked glass vial no larger than a thumb. Inside the glass swirled a fine, completely colorless powder that shimmered with a dull, menacing gray sheen. Helena extended the vial toward her daughter, holding it out between two manicured fingers as if it were a rare, delicate jew

The old woman’s eyes moved slowly across the room until they landed on him then she burst into tears. The hall erupted into confused whispers instantly. “No…” she sobbed weakly. “The Moon Goddess truly brought you back…” Kaelen frowned slightly. Nyra looked confused beside him. The old woman took another shaky step forward before nearly collapsing. The younger wolves steadied her quickly. “Easy, Helena,” Elder Rowan said carefully. Helena. The name triggered vague recognition inside me. Then suddenly I remembered. “She was the former Blackthorne midwife,” one of the warriors whispered nearby.

“It’s fine. Let the boy move his gear into the guest wing.” Seeing my immediate submission to her arrangement, Helena’s mood visibly shifted. She tilted her chin up, her refined pride returning as she delivered her final, arrogant prophecy. “See to it that you guide his path properly. The Afolayan Dominion will belong to my branch of the bloodline one day.”

“Yes, my darling, I will marry you. I won’t make our child be a bastard.” “Thank you.” Then she asked again, “Why do you want Helena so bad? If you want a virgin, there are plenty of virgins. Why Helena?” “First, she is the descendant of Mia Starr.” “The legendary witch?” “Yes.” I nodded. “Helena has an unawakened power. I will be the one who does that.” “How?” “By bedding her.” “What?! Is it possible?” she shouted at me. I frowned. “What do you mean? Of course, it is possible. I have already researched it for two years. It is too bad my half-brother found her first. Otherwise, it will be easier to get her.”

She drank de Descendants of the ancient kings and queens of Qarth, the Pureborn commanded the Civic Guard and the fleet of ornate galleys that ruled the straits between the seas. Daenerys Targaryen had wanted that fleet, or part of it, and some of their soldiers as well. She made the traditional sacrifice in the Temple of Memory, offered the traditional bribe to the Keeper of the Long List, sent the traditional persimmon to the Opener of the Door, and finally received the traditional blue silk slippers summoning her to the Hall of a Thousand Thron

And eventually, in the ancient warrior’s attire holding a sword and a shield emerged and my eyes widened. The young lady's expression appeared very unlike me. It was stone cold and absolutely fearless. Her body was built strongly and she wore a golden tiara, which bore the symbol of an eagle. I could have never pictured myself in such a light, despite being trained heavily by Sebastian Holden and having broken into a highly secured police facility. “That,” said nurse, pointing firmly at the magical screen. “Is you, as Helena, the warrior of Themiscera. Talia my child, whenever, evil has grown beyond tolerance, and the innocent have been harmed, you have taken birth to place an end to it,"

He asked raising an eyebrow. Nymeria looked at Helena, she nodded. Unsaid communication passed between the two women. "Helena is an Alpha, from a very powerful pack and she loves you. You two have always been close, so my offer is that you marry Helena, declare her as your Luna and keep the half breed as your mistress." Vasilios blinked, then he looked at Helena. "I am ready to accept your mistresses, Vasilios," she said as if he would readily agree to this ridiculous offer.

Nothing could compare to its beauty; it was a masterpiece, its crimson surface shimmering like blood in the sunlight pouring through the high windows. Standing before the crimson throne was a young woman, her fiery hair cascading like a waterfall of flames over her shoulders. Pyra, soon to be crowned Rhaella FireHeart, radiated an aura of strength and regality as she watched the crowd with her head raised high. Her purple gown hugged her growing belly, a testament to the next generation of FireHeart blood. Despite her delicate condition, she stood upright, exuding an unshakeable confidence and undeniable power.

Him and I had formed some sort of relationship while I was at his castle, and I couldn't believe he was the same demon that everyone else was scared to death of. Leiya and I had spent almost all day together. We told each other about everything we went through. It sometimes got so emotional, we shed tears while holding one another. When I told her about Venah, she was happy it ended that way. When she told me she left Helion angrily when she found Venah's letters, I was also happy she took her own life. When I told her about Zen, I couldn't control my tears. She also felt greatly emotional, agreeing that he deserved better and life that wasn't fair. When I told her about Willis and how he hu

I admit, shrugging my shoulders before walking over to grab a the black cloak that smelled like Osric to keep warm. “He’s a good man, it doesn’t surprise me you two connected so well. Despite Rebecca’s family history she was a good woman when she wanted to be, and I do believe she did love you girls, but she didn’t know how to let go of Dagon’s teachings,” Helena admits, leading our way out of the room and down the stairs, where there were several maids cleaning the house and preparing food for later. “I remember a little history about King Dagon, didn’t he try to enslave humans before Draven became King and planned genocide against the vampires?” I ask, looking over to my new mother-in-law