Helaena Targaryen Novels & Stories

If I did she would run into hiding. “Tell me!!.” Alora asked and then got up. She sat down with her back on my chest. I inhaled and exhaled here it goes, what I was avoiding I have to say. “They are after your blood!.” I told her and then hit her ear lobe gently. “My blood?!.” Alora asked. “Yes!.” “Why?!.” She asked. “You’re a hybrid!, and you’re from the royal family, they need your blood and Yennefer's blood to complete a sacrifice to bring back the vampire god!.” I explained.

she raised one eyebrow. Her hair and irises were red, contrasting with the darkness around them. Something about her reminded Tiffany of her grandmother. That was because they were the Red Witches. But Ayana never gave off a particularly sinister impression and aura whereas this woman in front of her was like a demon emerging from hell. Tiffany swallowed, she could sense that Helena had some pretty powerful magic. The girl became worried for her boyfriend, "Nich-" "Go back to the manor" "What? No. Are you crazy to tell me to leave you alone with her? She's terrifying" she kept her voice as quiet as possible so that Helena wouldn't hear cause it could make her big-headed.

A single glance at Elara that said you again and then away. Lucian Vale — younger than Derrick, quieter, with watchful eyes that moved to Elara once and stayed a beat too long before moving away. Collecting information. Helena Vale — Adrian's stepmother. Late fifties. The kind of woman who had maintained herself with discipline rather than ease, handsome in an architectural way that had more to do with structure than warmth. She looked at Elara the way certain women looked at things they had decided not to dignify the deliberate unseeing of someone who had determined that acknowledging her existence would be a concession she wasn't prepared to make.

She had spent a lifetime keeping him weak enough to need her, yet powerful enough to rule. Now, he was healthy. He was defiant. And he was cutting her out like a malignant tumor. How dare he? she thought, her eyes darting across the empty room. I created the Sovereign. Without me, he would have been a corpse in a cradle. He thinks that girl is his light, but he’s forgotten that I am the one who controls the shadows. "It’s a long way down from the throne, isn't it, Helena?" The voice was like a whip crack. Helena stiffened, smoothing her features into a mask of cold indifference before turning to face the intruder.

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? Did you question why someone with such obvious power presents as

Even exhausted from battle, he carried the promise of later intimacy in every touch, the kind where he would pull her close in the quiet hours and lose himself in her until the only sounds were their mingled breaths and the slick rhythm of bodies reuniting. Selene stepped forward, her expression guarded but respectful as the northern delegation approached. Their leader rode at the front, a woman of striking presence with hair the color of midnight frost and eyes that seemed to hold centuries of secrets. She dismounted with fluid grace and inclined her head toward Lyra. “I am Elowen of House Vaeloria,” she announced, her voice carrying across the ridge without effort. “We have watched the fra

She took a slow, staggering step backward, clutching her throat with one hand. “It... it can’t be,” Helena whispered, her voice barely louder than the wind rustling through the trees. “She’s alive. Lady Serena is alive.” Ava turned quickly to look at her mother. “Mom? Who was that? Who is Lady Serena?” Helena looked at Ava with eyes filled with old, buried grief and deep fear. “She is your father’s older sister. Your aunt, Ava. Lady Serena of the High Moon Council.”

The woman rode a black horse with confidence bordering on arrogance, silver hair braided elaborately despite what must have been days of hard travel, and eyes so pale blue they looked almost white in the afternoon light. "Elena," Selene called out, dismounting quickly. "This is Alpha Rhea. Ruler of Veyra." Rhea dismounted with far more grace, studying me with open curiosity as she approached. "So you're the girl who broke wards three hundred years old and lived to tell about it." "I'm the girl trying to stop a man who's murdered enough people to fill a kingdom," I said. "Whether that makes me interesting or not seems beside the point."

The blue flames in the braziers roared ten feet into the air, and the swirling mist within the crystals poured out, pooling into the center of the chamber to form a massive, three-dimensional projection of light. "Look!" Lysander rasped, pulling his shadow dagger to defend her as the light took shape. Floating before them was the projection of a majestic, ancient battlefield. Thousands of golden-armored warriors and massive wolves fought against a tide of terrifying, dark-fluid-covered beasts. Standing at the peak of a high mountain overlooking the slaughter was a breathtaking woman with long, flowing silver hair, wearing a gown forged of woven starlight and silver plate armor—the legendary

After a few seconds he slams it open again. "What the hell dude.." Reece exclaims. "Happy birthday Morgana.. and um welcome to the pack I guess..." Aaron says and escapes one more time through the door. I turn around and look at Reece who offers me a warm smile. "It's Charles.." I say to him and his facial expression goes from happy to sad in a matter of seconds. "Well, tell him to scram.." He says moving towards me. 'Who the hell is Charles and why is he interrupting us?' My wolf asks from inside me but I just ignore her.