Helaena Targaryen Novels & Stories

Aralyn’s POV “I am Nethanaiah of Charterwallis, one of the elder mages of the land of faes. I mean no harm, especially not to the daughter of Malleteagan and Larissa,” she said, watching me with bright citrine eyes. Her eyes sparkled like the eyes of an owl on this gloomy night. Platinum blonde hair falling on her shoulders carelessly made her look angelic. “How do you know who I am? Where am I?”

The feeling was good, but there was no way she was going to confess how she felt with his hand over hers. " Mom and Zeke," she sighed, taking a gulp from her magaritta. " What's up with them?" "For starters, mom wants me to get a man, fall in love, and get married. And Zeke somewhat agrees to it." The 27-year-old lady said Alyona inherited her mother's remarkable beauty, with entrancing eyes that reflected her own. Her tall, curvy shape was complemented by a beautiful olive complexion, which added to her allure.

After a few minutes, she sighed and pulled away but did not remove her arms. “They’ll be unconscious for the next hour. That woman’s name is Haleen. She’s a hybrid – her father is a dragon and fell in love with her mother is a powerful witch. I last saw her a couple of months before I was captured. The dragon blood in her grants her a longer life.” I exchanged a look with my sister that showed us that we were on the same team for this. We needed to stop the Slater pack and save Haleen. It had bene a fucking godsend that my mate was here today, or else this information might not have been gotten.

She remembers what happened in the dungeon making her fall more in love with the girl. Helena likes people who know how to control well and make use of their power and authority like Silver. Her daughter on the other hand just wants to be a rebel, always sneaking off and doing human things. She can’t wait for Octavia to wake up so she can build a bond with her and hopefully she talks to Silver for her, she is very happy for who Moon Goddess gave to her lovely son. She knows she is not weak, she wonders when she will shift. Helena smiled at the mates and left the room. ******

"Why me?" Helena's expression softened. "Because your blood is different, Soraya. You were born with a rare connection to the ancient Blood Queen. I knew you would awaken. I knew you would be powerful enough to survive what was coming." "What was coming?" Her golden eyes held mine. "The reunification." The words hung in the air. "The reunification of what?" I demanded. Helena stepped closer. The golden-eyed creatures moved with her, their eyes burning in the darkness. "My soul." She paused. "My power. The pieces that were separated long ago."

The pendant pulsed, once, in agreement. Rael hesitated then nodded sharply. “Stay close to me.” RAEL The girl in the infirmary couldn’t have been more than sixteen. Her body arched violently against the cot, silver light leaking from her eyes and mouth like breath in winter. Two healers struggled to hold her down. Her mother sobbed in the corner, bond-thread flickering visibly between them—thin, frayed. Lyra stopped dead the moment she saw her. “I can feel her,” she whispered. “She’s drowning.”Before I could stop her, Lyra stepped forward. The silver in the room responded instantly—lights brightening, air humming. The girl’s convulsions slowed.

But she knew better. She knew enough to have noticed that right from the moment Helena stepped into the House of Veylor, she wasn't happy. She didn't seem like a girl who had finally been given the opportunity to achieve her lifelong dream. Lady Helena didn't want Draekon. She acted like she didn't want Ambrose either, but then.... Last night, Vaelora had definitely caught sight of Helena's fingers, fiddling themselves and trying so hard not to clutch onto the hem of Ambrose's shirt as he walked away.

Only the older woman remained. She stepped closer, sunlight catching her jeweled hands. “Merrin,” she said tightly, “how dare you bring a wife into this house without my consent?” He lowered his head slightly, though the mockery in his tone was unmistakable. “I only wanted to surprise you.” Her eyes flashed. “Surprise me? You think this is funny?” Then she turned to me, moving so close I could smell the perfume on her skin, sharp, floral, almost burning. “I am Queen Helena,” she said. “Wife of the late Alpha King Eliott, not just any Alpha, but from the lineage of the Alpha Makers. People don’t whisper my name for fun, child. They do it out of fear.”

"So they'd have reason to want revenge." "Oh yes. Plenty of reason. But I thought they'd given up. Moved on. Most of them integrated into other packs under different names." "Most. But not all?" Teddy's expression grew serious. "There was always a rumor. That the Alpha's daughter escaped. That she swore vengeance on the Castellan line. That she'd spend her life planning their downfall." "What was her name?" "Helena. Helena Blackwood." I looked at Lucian. "Gray hair. Green eyes. Late fifties. Does that match anyone you know?"

In that moment, standing on the dusty stairwell of the old school, Elaine realized her dream of becoming a Knight of Artharia was dead. Swallowing the knot in her throat, she pulled herself together and stepped out of the stairwell into the hall. To Elle, crying was done only in the worst of moments, when the fight was gone, and a person found themselves in the shadows of their own destruction, all alone. It was no surprise that she couldn’t stand Leana; Elaine didn’t know how to sort out feelings, let alone be consumed by them.