Helena Hunting Clipped Wings Novels & Stories

I looked up as a sleek, matte-black gunship broke through the clouds, its landing lights cutting bright white beams through the air. The ship hovered ten feet off the ground, its thrusters kicking up a cloud of dust and trash before settling down on the yard. The side door hissed, sliding back to reveal the main cabin. Penelope stepped down onto the ramp, holding a portable scanner in one hand with a tactical rifle slung over her shoulder. She took one look at my bare chest, my bloodied knuckles, and the empty space behind me, then stopped dead at the base of the ramp. "Where is he?" she asked, her eyes scanning the empty yard. "Where is the prince?"

I nodded slowly; I took him over to his bike; I tossed him onto his bike; I raised my hand; my claws sparkled in the moonlight; I slowly dragged my claws across the metal gas tank of his bike. SCREEEEEEECH. The sound was agonizing; the paint peeled; the grooves cut deep into the steel of his bike. His bike fell down and the fuel started to leak. Henrique winced; he closed his eyes; he thought I was cutting through his skin. “Are you sure about that?” I asked; my hand raised high; my claws pointed at his chest. “I could make this last much longer.” He looked at my claws; then into my eyes; he didn’t see any mercy; he saw the demon.

My retaliation was a public humiliation in front of the entire university that Gary could not simply ignore. The game of humiliation he had carefully planned had turned into a public judgment of him and his lackeys. It broke the last of his restraint and made him go mad. He dropped the civility and stopped testing the waters. That night, the app posted an unprecedented "Ultimate Hunting" Quest. The title was crimson red. [Ultimate Hunting Quest. Capture Sinead alive and take her to the abandoned classroom building in the north.]

“Oh, my. “ She discontinued what she was oh so tempted to do. She was not here to give a new sin-eater a blow job while he is asleep and will have no recollection of how good she can be, that is not how she plays in bed and how she wanted to be remembered. “Now, where could that stupid journal be?” Helena’s luggage was on one corner of the bedroom, with one flick of her hand, the contents of the luggage was out and everywhere, floating in the air, disappointed that it was not there,she flicked her hand again and all the stuff were back inside the luggage again. She saw the drawers and flicked her hand again and there it was. Sitting there like a row of ducks waiting for her to aim and fire.

" Leah said before sinking the dagger in her hand into Hahn's stomach, stabbing her continuously to make sure there was no chance of her surviving. Hahn's blood splattered on Leah's face as she incessantly stabbed the body until she was satisfied. .... "Where have you been?" Helena asked worriedly when Vinson made his way to her. He looked a bit tattered, but she didn't suspect a thing. "Nature was calling; I had to ease myself." He lied with a straight face, and Helena smiled. "It is time for us to consummate our wedding…" She didn't finish talking when a group of people began to clap their hands and hail.

I could tell that they didn't want to risk their lives by throwing themselves off the cliff. My eyes quickly scanned the top of the cliff and I saw one of the hunters aiming an arrow down. I first heard the arrow whizzing past before I saw it and it was aimed directly towards Helena's body. We weren't that far from the ground and with one final squeeze, I let go of Helena, and turned my body to grab the passing arrow. With all my might I threw the arrow back up and it hit one of the hunters who flew down the cliff. When my body made contact with the ground I quickly ran over to Helena.

Helena performed a short backflip and landed safely on the ground. With a fierce sprint, she jumped in the air and made a substantial attempt to thrust the sword across his chest as he lay on the ground, but the beast rolled aside and she missed. Taking advantage of the missed attempt, Agregor rose up suddenly and caught hold of Helena’s should and sent her flying away. Helena landed on the ground with a thud but showed no sign of weakness or getting hurt.

she turned to look at him and flinched at the sight of dangerous glowing eyes and lips pulled back to reveal sharp fangs. "I have to go." Helena insisted as she began struggling, desperately. "You need to calm down, Helena," her father tried to reason with her but the brunette woman ignored him. "I need to leave," she croaked and stumbled when the man who claimed to be her mate suddenly released her from his hold. Helena's vision swam and she gasped, breathlessly, feeling like she was breathing too much yet too little air. She couldn't remember her meeting with Rigel being this intense and she refused to acknowledge what the difference could mean.

“Keep this with you and don’t let it go missing. I’ll want it back after we’re done. They can look out of the mirror, but I can look back later. Now head on up and I’ll get started with this.” “This better work. I just want them back safe and sound. We deserve some quiet time together after this is all over. Anyway, I need to find out what’s going on with the hunt. Last I heard, they were on the trail of her scent.” Helena took the bag back carefully. She looked at her mates in the cells before her. “Love you two. I hope this will be over soon. I miss both of you.” With that, she swept back up the stairs and was gone, with Davis chasing after her.

They found Helena dead inside her room. The blanket was tied to her neck and she is lying on the floor. She has bruises and wounds on her arms, legs, and face. Which is they didn’t know how or where Helena got it. They checked the record of the CCTV but they didn’t find anything and they didn’t see anyone get inside her room. Her body and her room are full of fingerprints from different people. Which the investigator didn’t know from whom are those fingerprints.