Helaena Targaryen Novels & Stories

The group is powerful enough to challenge even the strongest Alpha. An older woman that is silver- haired who is their leader dismounted first. She looked around the courtyard once, assessing everything and everyone. Nothing escaped her notice, least of all Lyra. Their eyes met. And for the briefest moment, the woman froze.Though the reaction was tiny, barely noticeable but Lyra saw it. So did Ronan. The woman recovered immediately. “I am Councilor Helena.” Kael inclined his head slightly. “Alpha Kael.” “We appreciate your cooperation.”

I turned to the page where my name was linked to Kaelith’s. “Kaelith Vaeltharion Morveth, I hope you return. I am Vaelora Haugen, waiting for you.”

The other six chairs surrounding it were already occupied. "Alpha Ciaran," said a dry, feminine voice. It was Amyra, the vampire queen. Her cold and calculating red eyes locked onto mine with amusement. "Countess Amyra." I bowed my head slightly, taking a seat at the table. Across from me, Zolaiah grunted in acknowledgement. The ogre king didn’t like formalities. His tusks jutted out from chapped lips, and his enormous bulk made his chair creak under him. "Let us begin," Rune Elarion, Princess Regent of the Bleeding Throne, said, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

“None of you would have come if you had control. And you blame me for it?” Caelan growled again. “They don’t think clearly around you.” Ilia’s gaze snapped to him. “Do you?” His mouth opened, but no sound came. “You want to be my mate?” she asked. “Then control them. Not me.” A voice sliced through the crowd. “She’s manipulating all of you.” Heads turned sharply. Helena stood at the edge of the trees, arms crossed, lips twisted in a snarl. Her red ceremonial cloak billowed behind her, her gold-tipped armor gleaming under the moonlight.

she said, voice low. “Your mother, Teresa… was not just a simple woman. She was the princess of Hasteria. Beloved, powerful, wise and .y friend. But she fell in love with the king of Dersia, that dangerous man. He craved her power more than her heart. And when she refused to give it to him… he killed her.” Anisa spoke with sadness and added, “But not before she sealed her magic in that pendant you wear.” Tara’s breath caught. “All this time… she was royalty? I saw everything through the memories, he killed her brutally ”

“Where did you get this picture from? Tell me. The late Queen, how many children did she have? Maybe something lost in translation, maybe—“ “We haven’t found anything.” Delilah took the book from Mina’s hands and set it back on the table calmly. “Queen Helena had two children by royal accounts. The Lycan King and—-“ “Princess Nehira.” Damon completed. The library went into silence as Mina’s brain hummed. But Amber’s mother couldn’t be Princess Nehira because the princess was sterile. They made sure of her awakening. Right? “Are we sure the princess is sterile?” Mina asked turning to Gwen.

Helia chipped in flatly. "You can?" Selene was excited. "Yep I can," she answered. Helia's fake excitement was obvious. "Do you want to know why?" "Yes, I do." "Helia, I don't thi—" "I can do spells because," Helia continued, interrupting Rendall, "I am Nyx's daughter." "Did I just hear you correctly?" Selene was stunned. "I am her daughter and her pregnancy with me led to the death of the son and daughter-in-law of an old man." Helia turned to Brient and tried scrutinizing his face but he kept on turning away. "You knew this, right?"

She drank deep. 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 Thrones.

It was time to end it all. - "Helena Stocker, I am Thetia Kestle, daughter of Duke Hughes Kestle and Duchess Mary Kestle, the younger sister of the Emperor, His Majesty Harlan VI, so I command you to lower your voice and behave properly in my presence. Your inappropriate gestures towards myself and my friend Marie will be severely punished" I explained to her, with my arms crossed under my chest. Finally, she began to realize her mistake.

Annoyed, the Lord pushed her away. "Kill her and throw her corpse back in Academia," the Lord ordered. "We will make them see that I am the strongest and no one will defeat me," he added and laughed evilly. Hecatos smiled and bowed his head. "Yes, sire," Hecatos replied. The seer closed her eyes while the sword was being slowly plunged into her heart. "Till we meet again, Queen," she whispered in the air before dying. Cassandra enjoyed talking to Helena. Helena is a vampire, and she decided to settle down on the island far from the people's reach. Helena told them to call her Nana. Sebastian and Cassandra told her about their case, being mates despite belonging to a different race.