Helen Of Troy Novels & Stories

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.

She didn't need to find out who it was as she already knew, judging from the height of how the torch shone and the set of white teeth. Indeed, it was none other than Althea that had decided to torture her again. Helen was yet to understand how the little girl was able to fool most of the people she came across into thinking she was only but a little girl. She was yet to understand this and she was dying to do so. As Helen reminisced about the past, she remembered how she was almost fooled by Althea. She remembered being a naive young lady years back even while being the daughter of a witch. As at then, there were no traces of such in her and her dark side hadn't yet appeared.

Helen hummed, drumming her fingers on the table and giving him a look same as Stacy’s when she was probing about his romantic affairs. “So, the rowdy girl is right. Is it a woman? Perhaps your immortal heart got captured once more?” She teased, and Dylan only gave her a gentle smile as a confirmation of her suspicion. “The goddess had blessed me with another mate.” “Really?” She gaped, one of her palms cupped on her mouth in surprise. “That is great news! When should I meet her?” “Not now. She’s a human and a war refugee. Things are still hard for her. We couldn’t haste things up.” He explained, taking the cup of coffee that Helen had prepared for him and sipping it slowly and deliberately.

Helen’s POV When I betrayed Vincent and aligned myself with Aaron, a greedy desire consumed me. I yearned to become the Luna of the esteemed Silver Moon Pack, under the leadership of the formidable Alpha Lycan, Aaron. Confidence coursed through my veins, for I possessed unparalleled beauty and hailed from a wealthy and influential Beta lineage. I believed that these qualities would secure my rightful place by Aaron's side. Yet, my aspirations crumbled into dust when I discovered that Aaron had found a new love. And to my dismay, that love was none other than Olive, the woman Vincent had discarded – a half-breed.

But before he could get lost in his thoughts, he noticed Helen gesturing for him to come over. She stood near the entrance, resplendent in a sparkling silver gown that clung to her every curve. Her blonde hair was styled perfectly, and her lips were painted a dark red. She looked the part of the perfect fiancée, but Ethan knew better. Beneath the perfect image, Helen was manipulative, dangerous, and willing to do anything to get what she wanted.

As I got closer to Liam, I saw the greenish dress and understood the situation taking three quick strides to go and stand next to Liam. Her scent was unmistakable, even with so many scents and perfumes surrounding us. A hint of lemon and orange, mixed with apple and cedar. Usually scents, such as these, were a clear sign of your mate, but Titan had already denied that Helen was his mate. Her face was impassive and it was almost impossible to read or feel her emotions. She was very different from the girl we met and bought at the auction. Her expression was more resolute, her eyes looked more mature, and indicated that she had grown “older” since then and her posture is much more regal.

"There is no more escape for you, Helen, aka Rosanna Alano, aka Jessica Blackburn. The name Blackburn you don't even deserved." Athena said. "...And who are you to say that? You are nothing but an orphan abandon by your parents." Helen retaliates. "That is what you made me believe. But sorry to tell you that I already know the truth of your treachery." Athena equally retaliates. "What treachery? Why are you sprouting lies?" Helen feigning innocence.

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

He looks handsome, but not as handsome as Soren Storm and I turn to look at Lord Idur Rognas and Lady Gelene Rognas, twins and descendants of Apollo, as well as the Royal Prophets "We are gathered here today to join Imperial Crown Prince Storm Olympus, a descendant of Zeus and Lady Atia Sarai, daughter of Hades and granddaughter of Hera, in marriage in the eyes of our ancestors, the gods and goddesses of Mount Olympus. Please make your vow," says Lady Gelene. With that, Storm and I turn to each other,

She could take a wild guess at what creature that lady was but she was not ready to make a move based on assumptions. “What are you? Who are you?” “My name is of an ancient and forgotten language,one that I fear you may not remember but you can call me Helen and I am a Gorgon!” “Well then Helen, it's nice to meet you but I must ask that you let me go at once. I believe that this is all a misunderstanding so why don't you release me and I'll pretend that all this never happened?” She began to wish that she had a cord but there was nothing she could do with her hands that were not made of stone.