Helen The Troy Novels & Stories

However she wasn't asking jason. Her gaze didn’t land on him, it passed over him and settled on the trio behind the commotion, Helen, Tasha and Brooke. “Helen,” she said, with a displeased look. “Tell me this isn’t more of your nonsense.” Jason's eyes were filled with some intrigue when he heard Selene communicate with Helen, it meant that those two knew each. That was unexpected. Helen let out a dramatic snort and jabbed a finger in Jason’s direction. “Sister, this is the guy I told you about! The creep from the gym!” Her voice rose with accusation, thick with self-righteous fury.

My chest tightened, dread curling in my stomach as I waited to see who Caeleen had deemed worthy to parade before me in this fragile state. The figure moved closer, heels clicking softly against the stone floor. My vision, still fogged by fever and exhaustion, struggled to sharpen. I squinted, blinking away the haze, and then my breath caught in my throat. Helen. She walked in with the slow sway of her hips, her dress clinging to her curves, the neckline plunging low to reveal far more than modesty would allow. The candlelight flickered against the sheen of the silk, drawing the eye to every deliberate step she took. Her lips curled into a practiced smile seductive, calculating.

Helen didn't think Mona would have a gun in her hand. Mona shot her with a crossbow bolt, and she wasn't ready for it. When the dagger she was holding fell to the ground, she screamed in pain. The few powerful men behind her were shocked, and Helen yelled at them, "Are you all blind? Come help me!"

I took it all in, every false expression, every pretended concern. Then Helen burst into tears,Her sobs grew louder, sharp and forced, grating on my nerves. Irritation clawed at my chest as she stood up, her hands trembling while she clutched the white fabric in her grasp like a fragile victim. “I am a she-wolf who longs for the touch of her mate,” she cried, “who wishes to bear an heir. Yet my mate has deprived me of this because he still harbors feelings for a traitor who stole my identity and tried to take my place.”

She was breathing hard like she'd been running for miles. But she wasn't looking at us. She was looking at Malachar. "Wait!" Helen shouted. "Don't kill her yet!" Malachar's attack paused. The darkness pulled back slightly. "And who are you?" Malachar asked. Helen walked forward. She moved past our warriors without even glancing at them. "My name is Helen," she said. "I'm the one who told them where to find you." My chest went tight. "Helen, get back. It's not safe."

She had the ultimate chance to claim Kaelen’s beast for herself, yet her hands pushed a random pack girl into his shadow instead. Helen falls back onto the blankets, a hollow laugh echoing through her teeth. “I was terrified his beast would reject my scent if his nose discovered my virginity was already gone,” Helen whispers, her eyes staring at the ceiling like a ghost. “He brought my frame into his pack house, but his wolf never touched my body. I am a female shift! My flesh needs a mate's touch and a male's heat. Ha…” Hearing her confession, my bones turn completely to stone.

"Helen, get your miserable, wrinkled ass down here right now!" The house was quiet for a second before the wooden doors of the private tea parlor swung open. Helen stepped into the hall, wearing a long silk robe, holding a small silver tea tin in her hands. The older woman looked haggard, her eyes sunken with dark purple rings, but the moment she saw Tracy's manic, red-faced expression, her lips pulled into a cold, contemptuous sneer. "Lower your shrill voice in my house, you tramp," Helen said, her tone dripping with icy venom. "You sound like a rabid stray barking in the street."

He ignored her offer entirely, his face turning hard as stone as he gestured toward me. "This is Eve," Kolton said, his voice loud enough for Calvin and the guards nearby to hear clearly. "And she is the new Luna of Hail." Helen turned her head slowly, her eyes sweeping over my messy hair, my dirt-stained clothes, and the fierce glare on my face. She didn't look shocked, and she didn't look intimidated. A smile touched her lips. "Oh," Helen said simply, her voice dripping with quiet mockery as she looked back up at Kolton's face. "That's the... what number? Seventh Luna you've taken so far?”

She brought her face from the neck of the dead babe, "oh, Abigor, my hunger is not satisfied." The sight of blood running down her fangs caused my groins to stir as I leaned down and ran my tongue along her teeth, "worry not, my Aphrodite, I have two more people for you to feed on," I looked into her blood hungry and crazed eyes, feeling my own fangs extend. "That is still not enough," she rasped out as she looked at the family who lay on the floor screaming. "Oh, my Aphrodite, do not forget that we have an entire village to our disposal. You shall never be hungry, never when I am with you."

Helen picked up on the third ring. “Hey Ryder,” she said. Her voice dripped honey. She was probably pulling out her favorite piece of lingerie, hoping he was on his way. “Listen whore, stop trying to screw things up for me.” “Ryder,” Helen cried out. He bent his head to the side as a heat pushed through him. “Helen, you were easy sex, and that’s all you’ll ever be.” “You player,” Helen shouted. “You’re the one that allowed it.”