Helen In The Iliad Novels & Stories

After hours of being dragged across rough terrain, Helen and Daxiel were forced to kneel before an altar. Just as Helen was about to speak, two figures appeared upon the altar. One was her husband, dressed in ceremonial robes. Beside him stood a woman clinging possessively to his arm. But her eyes... They looked exactly like the ones Arya had drawn.

“What does she want?” Lloyd shrugs. “Not sure.” Helen halts in front of me, leveling me a stare that is equal parts hot and cold. She looks like a blooming flower in her pink dress, several layers of tulle flowing from her waist, creating quite the…ball gown. Her hair is swept into an elegant updo, flowers of white, pink and lavender fixed into a complicated braid. She’s dressed for the revelry thrown to celebrate the Alpha King’s chosen. Her brown eyes lower to the ground, and Helen shifts uncomfortably from foot to foot. “I…” Her voice trails off and she coughs, clearing her throat. “You could have let her die. Why didn’t you?”

To Helen's surprise, she suddenly heard Ivy's voice, saying, "Helen, it's Ivy. Long time no see. I'm here to save you, but you must do as War Legate Draco asks no matter what." Helen took a deep breath when she heard this. "We're currently fleeing Bloody Rose, so how are you going to save us? It’ll be extremely difficult with Eternity around.” Helen carefully observed her surroundings as she spoke, while the sisters around her were all confused. After that, she gestured for them to cover her. When her sisters saw this, they stomped louder as they surrounded Helen.

“I do, which is why I am here.” Helena was still watching on the sidelines. Growing up with stories she hears from the house staff and from her other family members and even from her mother when she used to tuck her in to her bed, she adored Persephone. She was her personal hero. The Goddess who gave everything to their family. From Hector, the first sin eater up to their generation. They all owe it to her. To them, she was the entity responsible for their lives and all that they have acquired so far. But something does not quite add up.

Imelda said calmly, in stark contrast to Hera's overly enthusiastic demeanor. “Honestly, I didn’t expect the journey here to take so long,” Helen Bishop remarked. Her gaze, sharp and assessing, shifted to Alethea and Callie. Alethea swallowed hard, her throat dry as she caught the evaluating look from the woman. Helen Bishop was, without a doubt, stunning and poised, likely just a few years older than Alethea’s mother. She wore a knee-length black dress with long sleeves, simple yet undeniably elegant. Her neatly tied black hair rested in a bun at the nape of her neck, complemented by understated, natural makeup. But what truly caught Hera Zorba’s attention was the bag in Helen’s hand—its lu

It was the detailed schedule of Summer's daily visits to the human world. Helen claimed our baby girl was fooling around with a human lover she had when she was in school. But we didn't believe that. Not only because we trusted her, but she was a virgin on the first night we slept together. She couldn't have done something like that and remained a virgin. “Helen is a bloody liar. She's trying to sow discord among us. We can't let her do that,” I affirmed, looking at my brothers, who nodded their agreement.

“Helen has no parents, her mother died in childbirth and her father died in the war twenty years ago. She grew up as a orphan here and when she was old enough she trained to be a warrior. She wanted her life to have a purpose.” I explained to her. She looked sad and I could not understand why. She told me Helen did not like her. “Why are you sad?” maybe she did care for her after all. “She had no one, like me, I could have died like a dog too in that jungle if you didn’t come to find me.” It saddened me to hear that she related to Helen like that. “Go to your room, I will sort things out here.” She shook her head. “Leave Ianna, no one can see you here.” She looked at me then nodded and left.

Or maybe his presence acted as a catalyst for my own abilities as my body tried to prepare me for the fight that was surely coming. Elijah didn’t even look up as Helen walked in through the front door. He continued to kiss my cheek as he moved my hair away from my neck to bring attention to his mark on my neck. My wolf purred, she was loving how possessive he was acting. She wanted him to take us right here, in front of the woman who tried to take him away from us. Then again she was a bit of a pervert. Helen seemed oblivious to any of this as she walked into the house. She was followed closely by an entourage of eight omegas each of which was carrying two suitcases. Helen herself was dresse

I expected the consorts to act like this but this was sooner than I had expected. I studied each of them. The majority of them seemed displeased with the topic. Lady Helen stood up gracefully and gave a kind smile. " If it does not displease your Majesty, I'll be returning to Rhodes before dawn. A child is no joke. I refuse to ignore the fact that that maiden is with the Emperor's child. Remaining here will make no difference. I shall inform my father of the recent happenings and I am quite sure he will understand. " As she spoke, I watched her. She was my first choice of a wife for Gawain but his father had to be an adamant fool and wedded him to Katherine. Even her name irritated me. Princ

I got out of bed and started looking through the wooden chests in the corner, hoping to find some spare cloth or linens. Helen was sitting by the window, sewing. She didn't look up at first. “Helen?” I called out, trying to sound like nothing was wrong. “Do we have any… extra rags? Like, a lot of them? I just want to clean some things.” Helen stopped her sewing. She turned her head and looked at me for a long time. Then, she stood up and walked over. She looked unimpressed. “There is no need to lie, Lady Lena,” she stated. “I can smell the blood in the air. Your moon-cycle has begun.”