Helena Hunting Clipped Wings Novels & Stories

Hunter then comes towards us and carefully picks her up bridal style as the doctor remains at her side, holding his bag of equipment, careful not to loosen the cables attached to her. I follow diligently behind them, making sure to give them space so as not to piss off Hunter further. This is when I realize that there's no one in the club. At some point, the club had been evacuated. I was so immersed in making sure Sienna survived that I hadn't even noticed.

She walked away with a laugh at their faces. "Keena! Leave it! We need to go back. The scouts lost The Huntress. We need to go back to the lodge," her mother called to her. Keena shook her head once as she leaned over the pale man on the ground in front of her. He looked so young. His eyes were clenched closed, his hands over a large bite on his leg. She pushed his hands aside and assessed the damage. It wasn't deep but it was a large gash. She ripped a piece of his cloak and tied it tightly around his thigh making an improvised tourniquet. "You'll be okay," she said to him. His eyes were wide with fear.

Not grief dressed up as strength. Just her. The actual her. Present and unguarded and entirely real. The clip ended. Helena did not say anything. She did not move. The city moved below them. The wind came off the water. Somewhere behind them a door opened and closed. She kept looking at the monitor long after the screen had gone dark.

We were finished; apologies were just tethers I didn't want. Still, the seed of doubt about Noah remained. It wasn't until a few days later at Pacific Heights Medical Center that the next piece of the puzzle was shoved into my hand. “Dr. Mercer? Thank you for stitching me up. Consider this a gesture of my appreciation.” The woman standing before me was named Chloe Hurst. She had been brought in earlier after a ‘hunting accident’ that looked suspiciously like a suicide attempt—a jagged silver blade wound to the wrist. “Ms. Hurst, I was just doing my job. There’s no need for gifts.”

"STOOOOP, stop right there and hold your position. You can't leave Helena by herself!" It's useless, fear takes over both Anne and Hiraku all the same. Only Bob goes to help but i'm afraid he won't make it in time. Hearing my voice, Helena tries to calm down, although she's on the ground, she grabs her spear firmly and turns around just in time to impale a jackal, but even though it was a great hit that took advantage of the creature's impulse, it manages to escape somehow, with the spear still skewered in its belly.

She was looking up at me with those silver eyes that were so much like Elvanya's and the light from her small body flowed down my arms and into my claws until they burned white with it. I struck with both hands and the divine light in my claws tore through Helena's dark energy like it was nothing at all and Helena screamed one final time and the scream cut off abruptly and completely. The dark energy exploded outward from her body in one massive pulse that knocked me backward and shattered the remaining furniture in the chamber and cracked the ceiling in three places. I held Luna tight against my chest and braced against it and then everything went still. Helena was gone. No body. Nothing le

Helena cursed. The woman ran in the direction of the flash into the forest. Helena had time to see if the flash resembled a human. So he immediately thought that it was a vampire. After running far enough, Helena felt exhausted and finally stopped chasing the vampire. "Damn it!" Helena tried to take a deep breath because her lungs were burning from running fast. However, Helena heard something. Helena focused her mind and prepared to take the dagger from inside her clothes. When Helena turned around, she found no one. Helena checked the surroundings again, but still, no one was there. She also didn't hear any more voices. It was as if everything was quiet again leaving her standing there.

Helena screamed and managed to quickly duck and pivot underneath, although she still got a huge graze up her spine as she tried to escape. She tried to gather her wits and brandished the silver knife, hoping to get a shot at him during his next charge but her hands trembled as the loomed figure emerged towards her through the smoky drifts and embers. Leaping over fallen chairs he was poised to strike until he was roughly tackled to the ground by Alexander and the two began another dangerous encounter of snapping and swiping at each other. Alexander was bleeding and injured from taking on so many wolves already and Alpha Jones was powered by the inhuman rage of grief. Strong arms suddenly gra

She was about to pull the garment over her sleeves when she heard the unmistakable sound of the doorknob turning. Creak. “Helena...” Henrique's voice died in his throat. He stood frozen in the doorway, his hand still on the handle, completely stunned. His eyes, usually cold and calculating, lost focus for a second before fixing on the scene in front of him. Time froze. Helena was frozen in a compromising position, her arms twisted under her clothes. Taking off her bra now would be obscene; trying to put it back on would be ridiculous. It was a Greek tragedy in the form of lingerie.

Her gaze turned sharp and filled with murderous intent as the pieces scattered in the air. Helena woke up to find herself in a desolate burial ground, surrounded by rotting corpses reeking of decay. In the dark, pairs of glowing green eyes stared at her before dispersing. When she reached out, her hand touched something sticky and foul. She screamed, "Ahh!" Frantic, she scrambled to her feet, trying to escape. Suddenly, a gleaming sword appeared, and she felt a sharp pain in her ankle. Her legs gave out beneath her as she fell to the ground. She realized the tendon in her ankle had been severed.