Helen In The Iliad Novels & Stories

Helen blushed even as she felt the warmth of his hand on her waist, suddenly shy like a maiden despite being the ice queen CEO of Lane Holdings. The goons were certainly left dumbstruck. "Shit, Clark! That's amazing… We have to get a taste!" "Exactly. You can't blame us for this!" Clark did not respond to the goons' sleazy catcalls, because he was busy being sleazy too. Even if Helen was his niece, she was just beautiful beyond words! Hell, there were not many women across Draconia who could match her beauty, let alone Riverton! "Really? You intend to dishonor my woman?"

Helen returned the smile he gave her, and snuggled even closer to him if that was possible. My head spun as I tried to make sense of the statement from him. What was going on? Nine months…it couldn't be.. could it? “What are you still waiting for?” Helen's sharp voice cut into my thoughts. “Get into action.” Alpha Damian turned to me, his eyes cold and hard. “Whatever Helen needs, you give her immediately and show her respect. This is the mother of my child and soon to be Luna.” He turned to look at her once more, the frostiness in his eyes melting. “The moon goddess has finally answered my prayers.”

Passing pack members throw me and carlo dirty looks and empathetic looks at Helen but no one approaches her. The warriors are done packing and loading of everything they have deemed of interest. It won’t be long before we will travel to the castle. My dreams of raising my baby are gone. If they have proof of my attempt to poison Shania I will be sentenced to death. Maybe I will be allowed to give birth first. A tear trickles down my face. “Helen, just one hug, please?” Carlo begs Helen for a goodbye hug. Instead of stepping closer to him she steps away. Her face furious, the loving, forgiving woman is now replaced by a furious one.

“It breaks my heart that I had to keep my true identity from you, I was only trying to keep my true identity from the fishermen when you stumbled on us. Fate must have destined for us to meet each other on that day and though the circumstances of our meeting were based on false impressions everything I feel for you is honest Helena.” Tears slipped from her eyes. Her hands moved involuntarily to cup his face. “You are not the only one to blame here, even I lied to you about my true identity.” She dropped her hands from his face. “Ra…Demeus, when I stumbled upon you at the sea I was the sad wife of Robos.” “The god of Camelorn,” Demeus said as realization dawned on him. “You are Helena the que

Her red ceremonial cloak billowed behind her, her gold-tipped armor gleaming under the moonlight. “She’s bewitched you,” Helena sneered. “Can’t you see? This thing—this creature—used her power to lure you here like dogs. And you all came crawling.” “She didn’t call us,” someone murmured. “She doesn’t have to!” Helena shouted. “Look at her. She’s a weapon. She’s a curse. And she’s making fools of you all!” Ilia turned slowly to face her. “Helena.” Helena’s eyes flicked over Ilia’s body with disgust. “You think standing there glowing and naked makes you powerful?”

His eyes moved between my eyes and his hand, waiting. I let out a heavy sigh and clutched my hand in his. The smile widened on his face and then he pulled out of my grasp. “Helen of Troy.” He snapped his fingers in the air. “Excuse me.” “Helen of Troy. It’s an old tale told in Greek mythology. It is said that her elopement to Paris, some would say abduction, was what sparked the Trojan war. Her beauty brought men to war.” He then gestured to my face. “Kind of like you. Two head strong Alphas are ready to risk it all for you. ‘A face that launched a thousand ships’.”

she whined like a little child. “How can he not want to marry you? You are the most beautiful girl in the country. He should know how lucky he is to have you as his future wife." Vera reached out to tuck a strand of Helen's hair behind her ears "Don’t worry, he will get married to you. His mother already promised that the wedding will be held.” Her mother said with an encouraging smile. Helen is indeed a very stunning lady. She stands at 5’6 with a slim model-like figure, natural cat eyes and full lips which gives her a sultry look without her having to put in much effort. She was the complete opposite of Iris’ plain self.

His hair color changed to maroon, and he now has a pair of red-orange orbs. Cordelia is the daughter of Euphrosyne—the goddess of good cheer, joy, and mirth—and Ares—the God of war or the spirit of battle. Having them as parents can explain her unending liveliness and her huge urge to fight. Helios, on the other hand, is the son of Heracles—best known as the strongest of all mortals—and Athena—the goddess of battle and strategies. This explains why Helios has the incredible strength where he could wield and use the heaviest sword that exists. Cordelia's appearance became different than it was before. Her childlike eyes turned into a fierce one, still having her purple orbs. She wears black s

On the other hand, Helen, dressed in a pristine princess dress, sat in a luxurious extended Lincoln, returning from a banquet. When Helen's car passed by, Caria rushed forward, almost sacrificing her life to call for help. Though Helen appeared kind on the surface, her eyes showed no kindness, even a bit of cruelty. Not only did she not order the Whites' bodyguards to help Caria, but she even wanted the driver to drive over Caria to intimidate her. At that time, Christine's disdainful eyes, scanning her as if picking out goods, were etched in Caria's memory. She thought that Christine would give up on her. But unexpectedly, after seeing her, Christine ordered Helen to save her.

Some of them looked annoyed, some curious. “You trust me, or at least you pretend to, every single day,” Helen continued, letting her sharp eyes sweep over them while accusation mounted in her voice. “You trust my visions, my interpretations, you accept my input on critical matters, and you’re certainly content to exploit my abilities when it benefits you. But now that another Elysian woman stands here, one you didn’t groom—” She paused, the word groom hitting the chamber like a thunderbolt. “—suddenly you’re all up in arms, labeling her a menace and demanding she be locked away. Is that all we will ever be? Puppets? Tools to be exploited by all?”