Helaena Targaryen Novels & Stories

she said with a tremble at the end. Helia gave me a once-over and sighed. “Are you going to be a regular here?” she asked, and I nodded. “I am the head guard to Prince Zane,” I said in a low voice. “Zarina,” Helia said, and took the girl away. I took a deep breath. As far as I knew, Helia was a phoenix who met King Sergei when the original alliance was made. She and Arlo Boar were representatives of the small shifter communities. She was an advocate of women's rights and a fierce defender of minorities.

“Convergence, bridge of realms, you seek the blade. Prove your worth, or perish.” My wings unfurl, lunar light flaring, but the construct’s gaze pierces me, and the forge shifts. I’m no longer in the citadel—I’m in a Conclave chamber, centuries ago, Elara’s lunar mark glowing, her voice pleading. “Don’t trust Taryn,” she says, her amber-silver eyes meeting Jorah’s. “His Veilbinder pact with Voren will doom us.” Jorah’s aura, primal and steady, falters as Taryn steps from the shadows, his blade striking Elara’s heart. She falls, silver blood pooling, and Jorah roars, claws slashing, but Taryn’s shadows overwhelm him. I scream, my claws slashing air, but it’s a vision, a memory, and the constr

“That’s even worse than I thought.” “Worse than a horde of rogues having weapons made with them?” I scoffed. “Well, yes.” Andrei leaned back in his chair and gave me a firm look. “Mindless hordes of rogues are one thing. Helena is a tactical mastermind. For all we know, she could have all of Bloodmoon pack under her thrall with the twist of a little ring on her pinky finger.” I gulped more loudly than I would have liked at that. The thought of that woman having any kind of access to such weapons was terrifying, to say the least.

If it hadn’t been for Vahe’s wheelchair, she would never have met Albert. If she hadn’t fallen so deeply for Albert, she would never have gone to the city that day. And if she hadn’t gone, she wouldn’t have left Sara home alone. Or perhaps Sara would have gone anyway? These thoughts tortured Magdalena. She ran her thin, dehydrated hands over her daughter’s grave while promising her that she would take revenge.

"Fine. Follow me" *** Hazel gazed at the cloudy sky as she sat in her room, two of her maids attending to her. "Zena?" She said. "Yes, my lady?" Her personal maid responded. "Does prince Caden have a brother?" Zena stiffened. "Yes. Why do you ask, your highness?" "What is he like?" She asked and Ophelia, Hazel's other maid responded. "He's a black blood. He's evil and murderous. It's why we were all instructed to stay away from the East wing"

“Give me the Hristoax.” “I-I w-won’t!” The hell with it. She wouldn’t tell where it is. A Noimstre went to Ánië the Dark Child. “The Lenriad troops are—” A beam of light hit the Dark Child’s arm and forced her to throw Ellaine a couple of steps back. They looked at the sky and saw Margarette atop Magor with a newly crafted golden scepter in her hand. The dragon circled in the air as Margarette waved at them.

“King Edgar chose poison without hesitation that night, Helena! So, I swore in my life to kill that slut and take over the entire Kingdom.” A corner of her lips curled up in a mean smirk as the scythe-like weapon appeared in her hand, she sneered. “Zayden is my incomplete task, a tribute to my dead sister and brother in my plan, Helena. My real target is your family and throne. I have already snatched your twin brother from you, making him my slave. Now it’s time for your remaining family to die for my Palace.” With that, she moved her weapon with accuracy. The chain attached to my kids’ cage loosened, sucking all the air from my lungs.

They were unable to accept this sudden change. She was supposed to be haughty and cold. What was happening? Helena was the one who was responsible for the Dark Divine Holy Land's eerie and unsavory reputation.

This swine told you that? "She's definitely delusional." "I would never send her to a horrid place like the isle of thorns." She snickered. "She's right your majesty, my mom would never do that, she's the nicest being on earth, with a heart of gold." Amelia said in her mother's defense. Her face had turned pale when she saw me in Derrick's arms. "Our queen is a wonderful person your majesty." "Gwen is a known liar, our queen would never send her on such a dangerous quest." Morgana who had been static all along chipped in. "I read minds too." Derrick reminded them. They all turned pale with fear. "Consider this a warning, don't touch a hair on Gwen's head." He warned the flustered wolves.

“King Laurent.” I was on my way to the library to get some books and learn more about the history of this place when a familiar, spine-chilling voice stopped me from walking through the hallways. I turned and saw Helena approaching me with a smirk on her face, her eyes dark and heavily painted like war paint—a sign that she is really into bloodshed against her enemies. “Lady Helena,” I bowed my head slightly to pay respect to her presence. She was wearing a black loose gown, and her baby belly was getting obvious week by week.